Nail & Confusion
Part III: Deliverance
Kenji lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling as the past few days replayed in his mind. The confrontation with Nail and his own emotions, the intense kiss they had shared—it was all so overwhelming that he still didn't know what to do with himself.
To think that he had run away for so long, terrified of facing himself. Still, in the quiet of his room, he felt foolish.
Why had he run? What was he so afraid of? It had been so easy to fall into Nail's kiss, and even easier to want more.
Kenji hadn't expected his body to be so instantly accepting of the intimacy, and he had not expected to feel so excited (and relieved) the moment he touched Nail's arousal.
Well, that had been one of Kenji's many issues and questions regarding his friend; knowing that Nail was physically male was oddly reassuring to his troubled mind, but being aware that he was fully capable of feeling and reacting to things the way a normal man did only awakened Kenji's lust further.
And the fucking relief he felt was not something he could justify. Not that he cared about Nail's gender, even if it had plagued him for several reasons, but considering his nature and all the things that were complex about his existence as a supernatural being, it just made things a lot simpler in Kenji's mind.
Kenji didn't know anything about being with another man, and yet, it became clear to him that he was quite alright with the prospect.
Because Kenji was still overwhelmed, Nail had given him some space, again, to think about what had happened and understand what he wanted from then on.
The truth was, Kenji himself didn't know, and whatever it was that he could want seemed like too much to ask.
It wasn't as if he had felt attraction towards other men up until then—maybe he just had a thing for Nail, which, in retrospection, still made him a little fucked in the head for sure. Nail wasn't human, or even the "person" that Kenji saw, at all. Someday, the Devil would abandon the body, which was exactly that—a body.
There was nothing much that Kenji could hope for or idealize, and thinking about it properly, he realized that perhaps more than the fear of what he was, he feared this attraction to someone (something) he couldn't fully understand or even consider keeping. How could he even dare to try and claim it?
Nail had been capable of mingling in human society, was polite, had good manners, and had a rational side that almost made him seem human. However, Kenji had seen other darker sides of him and could only wonder how far his ability to empathize and love would go.
Regardless, it was useless to think about it. Wasn't it better to have a bit of something and enjoy it for what it was than to have nothing at all?
At the end of the day, as Nail had said, it was just about them. If Nail wanted something from him, too, then it was all good, right?
It was nobody's business but their own. Life was so short—either of them could just die tomorrow—why was he killing himself with self-doubt if Nail wanted him, too?
Kenji didn't have anyone to justify himself to and no one to share anything with. Most of his "friends" had come and gone, as had the few lovers that crossed his path. His job as Devil Hunter and the home and relationship he'd built with Nail were the only real things he had, and admittedly, what meant the most to him.
Thinking about it brought a warm feeling to Kenji's heart.
They were like good friends, or even family, despite all the bickering. Even if Kenji wasn't ready to consider feelings beyond attraction, for now—simply because it was an overwhelming concept—he was willing to take things as they came.
Kenji sighed and rubbed his temples. He needed to talk to Nail to figure out where to go from here. But what could he say that wouldn't sound absurd or desperate?
Gathering his courage, he stood up and walked to the living room, where Nail was sitting in his armchair with a book, the dim light casting soft shadows across his face.
Kenji stood at a safe distance, biting on his lower lip. "Nail?" His voice sounded hesitant, so he cleared his throat. "Do you have a moment?"
Nail tilted his chin up, lowering the book with a curious expression. "Of course, my prince. What's on your mind?"
Kenji took a deep breath, his brain racing with what he wanted to say, but he knew he would probably run his mouth unnecessarily, so he tried to choose his words carefully.
"I'm sorry if this situation frustrates you," he said slowly, feeling his cheeks instantly reddening but keeping his voice steady. "This situation between us, I mean. You keep being considerate and waiting for me, and I know that can't be easy. So, thanks."
Nail shrugged elegantly, shaking his head with a small smile. "It's the right thing to do, is it not?" he said, tilting his head to the side. "I did what needed to be done for you to open up to me, my dear. No matter how much I want it, I don't want to force you to do anything you are not comfortable with. I know humans are particular about their boundaries and get easily hurt by pressure. I don't want our relationship to suffer, Kenji."
Kenji nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, I appreciate that," he mumbled. "But I think I'm ready to lower those boundaries now. If you want to, that is."
Nail straightened up in his armchair. "Oh?"
Scratching his arm, Kenji ventured a sheepish smile. "I was thinking... Maybe you'd like to go out with me on a date. You know, so I can make it up to you and we can talk and see where this goes and what we can arrange."
"I'd love that, Kenji. A date sounds perfect," Nail said as his smile widened, genuine happiness lighting up his face. He tapped his chin with a finger, looking mischievous. "I do enjoy it when you make it up to me, you know? You sure know how to please a man."
Kenji's heart raced, but this time it was from excitement rather than fear. Every cell of his body seemed to catch fire as his mind went straight to the gutter—he had never done anything indecent for Nail at all, but his friend had a way of teasing him at all times with subtle nuances.
Granted, this time, Kenji wanted to see exactly how he could make it up to Nail in more diverse ways than before.
"Hopefully I can bring in a little more fun to that in the future," Kenji ventured, teasingly, which brought a sly smile to Nail's lips.
"Oh, I'm certain you will."
"Tomorrow?"
Nail nodded, blowing a kiss at him. "Yes, my love. I'll be looking forward to it."
Kenji felt a sense of relief and hope. This was a step forward, a chance to explore what they had, and he was ready to take it.
000
The following afternoon, Kenji stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his shirt for the hundredth time. He wanted to look nice, but not like he was trying too hard. He had eventually settled on a simple, clean look of jeans and a black shirt that felt comfortable to wear and looked good on him.
Taking a deep breath, he left his room.
Nail was waiting in the living room, looking effortlessly elegant as always. He wore dark blue trousers with a plain baby pink t-shirt under a cream blazer jacket. There was a dark blue scarf around his head, completely covering his brain, under a fashionable straw hat. The combination made him look a little weird but dashingly handsome, like a celebrity.
He did pass easily for a regular human, and for some reason, Kenji didn't know how to feel about that—he liked Nail as he was, period.
Kenji felt a pang of nervousness but pushed it aside.
"You didn't have to do that," he said, pointing at Nail's head. "We've always hung out outside with you as you are; it's not an issue for me."
"I know, darling, but I wanted to look nice for our date and also not attract too much attention so we can have a pleasant time," Nail explained, making Kenji wonder if Nail's plan to go unnoticed would even work with such a visual look.
"Right," Kenji said, taking a deep breath to force himself to relax before smiling. "Well, you do look nice, Nail."
"Don't I always?" the Fiend asked with a proud smirk, striking an extravagant pose for just a second, making Kenji chuckle. Nail then reached for Kenji and hooked an arm around his. "And you look charming, my prince. Shall we?"
Kenji's smile widened. "We shall."
000
They walked to the café, and the evening air was cool and crisp. The streets were busy, but it felt like they were in their little world.
Upon arriving, they found a cozy corner table and settled in. The café was warm and inviting, with soft lighting casting a golden glow over the patrons. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of pastries, creating a comforting atmosphere.
Over coffee and some of Nail's favorite cookies, Kenji had organized his thoughts and gathered up his courage to explain to his partner what his insecurities were and the emotional chaos he'd been going through for weeks, not only about his sexuality but also about the fact that he was freaking out about Nail not being human.
While they had talked a little bit about things, Kenji had still been in too much of a chaotic state to be able to understand what was happening and the next step to take, and Nail hadn't pushed the issue.
They had reached a consensus that they were drawn to each other but hadn't settled on anything yet. While it was clear that Kenji's concerns amused Nail, the Fiend listened to his friend's tale with patience and curiosity, genuinely interested in his train of thought.
"I think humans give too much credit to things they cannot justify," Nail began, his voice contemplative. "Why do you need to understand yourself or find a label for yourself? So you can broadcast who you are, hoping that others will understand or accept you. Or perhaps treat you like you're special?"
It was an interesting point of view, now that Kenji thought about it.
"I don't feel the need to broadcast anything at all," Kenji said, shaking his head. "I don't want people asking questions or even prying into my business. I kind of feel like they wouldn't even try to understand; they'd probably just judge."
Nail leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, amusement displayed on his features. "I'm sorry to say, my dear Kenji, that you're right. People cannot understand something they haven't experienced and nobody cares what you do or who you are; they just want to believe that what they think or say is impactful enough to overpower you. It's the power they want, not your well-being. They simply don't care if you're fucking me or an elephant."
Kenji's brow furrowed as he considered Nail's words, also a little taken aback by the crude wording.
Regardless, those words were harsh but true. If Kenji thought about it, he didn't care about other people's sexuality or how they lived their lives at all.
The Fiend proceeded. "And while you are killing yourself, struggling, and trying to make sense of everything, they are sleeping peacefully, and you'll be the last thing on their mind if you're even there at all."
"I suppose it all comes down to different people desperately wanting acceptance, simply because that's the key to their freedom," Kenji said thoughtfully.
Nail pursed his lips tightly for a few seconds before commenting. "Why should anyone think that their freedom depends on other people's acceptance?" he asked, intellectual and practical as always. "You can choose to wear whatever you want, do whatever you want, and be whatever you want. The fact that you feel like you need to justify why is all in your mind. Even to yourself, why do you need to find answers to feelings or desires if they are already intrinsic to you?"
A small, wry smile played on Kenji's lips. He knew Nail was smart, but his friend sometimes surprised him. "For a Devil, you sure are wise," he muttered softly. "If only it was that simple, Nail. People don't exactly have a switch to turn off self-deprecating thoughts. Even if I know your logic is correct, I still think I'm weird."
Nail shrugged; his expression relaxed. "Let's put it this way," he said, leaning forward slightly. "What is it that you want from me? You don't need to think about it deeply; just tell me what you want right now."
Kenji's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he met Nail's gaze. "I want intimacy, I suppose," he admitted. "Physical and emotional. Not in a romantic way for now, but just something we can establish that will be comfortable enough to explore. I'm not afraid to see what it becomes in the future, but I also don't want to think that far because, well, we're different species and things can get complicated at some point."
Nail's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Sounds perfectly sane and acceptable to me," he replied smoothly. "To me, that is enough. Why do you think you're weird for wanting companionship, regardless of what or whom you choose to achieve it? You have a goal with me, as I do with you, and that's between us. It doesn't matter what's outside or the potential outcome."
Resting his chin on his fist, Kenji asked, "What is your goal with me?"
Nail's voice took on a teasing tone. "Hopefully lots of sex," he said bluntly, causing Kenji to snort. "Foot massages, back rubbing, and lots of treats. Also some occasional sleeping together; I do get awfully cold at times." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "I'm a Devil, Kenji. I understand affection because I nurture it for you and I'm not an insensitive being. I care about you and I do have a lot of sexual intentions towards you. I don't know what else we can accomplish together because I know nothing of love, but living among humans is a constant learning experience. Who knows? Haven't we been a good match so far?"
Kenji nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, we have."
Nail reached across the table, gently touching Kenji's hand. "Then let's keep doing us with some extra benefits, my prince," he suggested, his tone playful yet sincere. "Don't worry about anything. Let's take advantage of each other as much as we want. You have my permission to use and abuse me all you want in your journey of self-discovery."
Kenji chuckled softly, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. "Friends with benefits, then?"
Nail's smile widened; his tone was filled with amusement. "Sounds spicy enough to explore, yes."
Kenji could only laugh. It felt good to talk about these things, and in a way, it also felt good to be reassured.
Nail put a few things in perspective, and even if it was one coming from a creature with a twisted sense of morals, for some reason it had calmed him.
"Alright," Nail said, leaning back and offering his friend a huge grin. "What else do you have planned for our lovely evening?"
Kenji smiled at him mysteriously. "You'll see."
000
As they walked to the park, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder. The vibrant lights of the fair came into view, and Nail released an excited little yelp that showed just how happy he was at Kenji's choice of location.
The fair was a riot of colors and sounds, with stalls offering everything from cotton candy to games of skill. Nail's face beamed with childlike excitement as he took in his surroundings, and Kenji couldn't help but feel his spirits lift. It was wonderful that he could show Nail something new.
"Where should we start?" Kenji asked, looking around at the various attractions.
Nail excitedly pointed to a nearby game booth. "How about a ring toss? Let's see if you can win me a prize."
Kenji laughed. "Alright, you're on."
They approached the booth, and Kenji paid for a set of rings. He took a deep breath, aiming carefully before tossing the first ring. It missed by a hair, and Nail chuckled.
"Not bad," Nail teased. "Try again."
Kenji focused, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, and threw the second ring. It landed perfectly around one of the bottles, and Nail clapped his hands in delight.
"Well done, Kenji! You're a natural."
Kenji grinned as the booth attendant handed him a plush toy, a small purple stuffed bear with a bow tie.
"For you, my lord," Kenji said with a playful flourish. He handed it to Nail, who accepted it with a mock bow.
Nail laughed, tucking the bear under his arm. "Thank you, kind sir."
They moved on to other games, their competitive spirits driving them to try and outdo each other at every turn.
Kenji couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun. The tension that had once filled the air between them had transformed into an easy-going camaraderie that seemed to draw them closer with each passing moment. Their casual touches and intimate interactions were natural and they filled Kenji with enthusiasm rather than anxiety. It was so nice that Kenji couldn't think about anything other than them and how strangely balanced things felt.
As they wandered through the fair, they found themselves at a small photo booth that caught Nail's attention.
"Can we?" he asked, gesturing to the booth.
Kenji nodded, feeling a flutter of joy in his belly. "Sure, why not?"
They squeezed into the booth, and Kenji fumbled with the controls, setting the timer for a series of photos. He'd never taken pictures with anyone before, and he chuckled as he watched Nail pose, asking if he looked good. Kenji huffed but lifted his thumbs in approval, but felt a sense of immense joy and excitement to be in such a cramped space with Nail—it reminded him of that cleaning closet where they had first kissed.
Unavoidably, Kenji's gaze roamed over Nail's features and down to his lips. His heart clenched with yearning.
As the machine beeped and the shooting began, they made silly faces, laughed, and leaned into each other.
On impulse, Kenji grabbed Nail's face with one hand so they were fully facing each other and, without hesitation, pressed his mouth to his partner's.
Kenji's breath hitched as he felt Nail's warm, soft lips against his. Nail responded instantly, a low, satisfied hum vibrating through his chest as one of his hands came to rest on Kenji's thigh, immediately setting the shorter man on fire.
The kiss was electrifying, lips and tongues instantly melding together as their mouths moved in a rhythm that was both desperate and careful. Kenji wanted to hold, hug, and press himself closer, and yet he was very aware of where they were, so he did his best to keep his hands in check, especially because he could feel Nail doing the same.
Still, the heat between them rose, the booth's confined space amplifying every sensation until the machine released another beep. They startled and broke apart, breathless, but when Kenji looked at Nail's face, he could see a soft, yet rather cocky, smile on his face.
Clearing his throat, Kenji got up, and in silence, they left the booth.
When the photos were printed, they joined their heads to look at the strip of pictures. They were funny and endearing, apart from the last one, where they had been caught kissing.
Kenji had to clear his throat again as heat pooled in his loins. Well, they looked pretty hot together and it was becoming increasingly harder to ignore all the things he wanted and wanted to do just then.
"Those turned out lovely," Nail said, almost vaguely, slipping the photos into his pocket. "We should do this more often, I think. All of it."
Kenji felt his heart race as he glanced up at Nail and grabbed his arm, his hand tightening around it. The Fiend looked down at him questioningly, sensing Kenji's sudden change of demeanor. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Kenji muttered, and his voice sounded foreign. "I just… I think we could finish our date at home?"
Nail's smile was warm and knowing as he nodded, easily picking up on the meaning behind Kenji's words. "Sounds like the perfect way to end the night. "
000
As soon as their apartment door closed behind them, Nail turned to Kenji, his expression dark with desire yet oddly collected. "Are you sure about this, Kenji?"
Kenji looked up at him, grateful for the instant understanding between them, and nodded, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart. "Yeah, I'm sure."
There were so many things that he didn't know, and so many things he wanted to try now that he knew he could. If before he had felt hesitant and strange about it all, now he was certain that he needed to move forward so he could get the answers he wanted.
And moving forward meant that he had to give in to what he had been desperately craving during those tormenting months.
Nail took a step closer, his hand gently cupping Kenji's cheek. "Then let me take care of you."
His mouth fell onto Kenji's receptive one, and Kenji could immediately feel the intensity of Nail's desire in every brush of his lips. The kiss was intense, a deep merging of lips that quickened as Kenji's hands found their way to Nail's shoulders, pulling him closer as their tongues clashed vigorously. The chemistry between them was electric, and Kenji could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his pants tightening.
It was a strange thing. He'd had a few lovers before and a couple of girlfriends, too, but it felt as if this was the first time that he felt this suffocating lust and a genuine, indescribable connection to someone.
He and Nail were on the same page. They'd had each other's backs so many times during missions; they knew their strong and weak points and they trusted each other with their lives.
In this hazy lust and his famished state, Kenji didn't even have the mind to feel nervous or self-conscious.
Nail's hands roamed over Kenji's back, tracing the lines of his muscles and drawing soft gasps from his lips. The Fiend's fingers were both gentle and firm, sending shivers through Kenji's body with every touch. Nail's lips moved with fervor, and Kenji felt that hunger growing inside him, seemingly unstoppable.
Breaking their kiss, Nail trailed his lips down Kenji's neck, nibbling at his earlobe and sending shivers down his spine. Kenji tilted his head back, giving Nail better access to his neck. He could feel himself getting hotter with every touch and every kiss.
With a small moan, he reached out to Nail's head and in one swift motion, he removed the hat along with the scarf and threw them to the side, leaving Nail's brain exposed, as usual.
Nail leaned back a little, both surprised and a little annoyed. "Those were expensive, Kenji."
"It's not like they'll break, silly," Kenji breathed, cupping his friend's face with both hands. "I prefer to see you like this."
Kenji's gentle tone forced Nail's expression to soften as he nodded in understanding. "Don't you think you're weird, wanting to have sex with such a strange creature such as myself?"
Kenji shook his head. "I don't think I care at this point," he admitted, pressing himself more against the body in front of him. "I guess I'll just have to learn to accept my kinks."
Nail smiled darkly. "Good boy."
Biting on his lower lip, Kenji ran his fingers through Nail's fringe, and it was so automatic that he hadn't considered what he was doing, and yet, the action exposed something that had been hidden from him since the start—Nail's eye.
Kenji's breath got stuck in his throat as he met the most vibrant blue he had ever seen, and he was frozen for a moment as if his mind was trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
Still, it was just a normal eye—expressive, attentive, and beautiful.
"Boo," Nail said playfully, noticing Kenji's strange pause. "Surely it's not that scary, my love."
"No, I…" Kenji swallowed, a little dumbfounded for finally looking into Nail's eye. It took him off guard and he felt like, for some reason, this was yet another portal to strengthening his bond with the Fiend. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"Don't be sorry; I'm glad you got that out of the way," Nail said, fingers digging into Kenji's sides as he kissed the palm of his hand. "Granted, I keep my eye hidden just to have people wondering what's underneath. It makes things so much more interesting."
Kenji could only laugh, because indeed, that was such a Nail thing to do, and Kenji had also been caught in the web for so long, thinking the worst, so his plan succeeded.
It was all so absurd how he had worried for nothing. Nail just seemed to be getting better and better the more he unraveled him (or at least to Kenji's tastes), and the more he did, the more eager he became.
"We have a stand-up comedian, I see," Kenji said, putting his arms around Nail's shoulders. Enthusiastically, he nibbled on the taller man's chin before running his tongue along the curve of his jaw, feeling the body in front of him shiver as Nail held him close, burying his face in the curve of his neck. "You feel that, huh?"
"I feel everything, Kenji," Nail murmured against Kenji's skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "And you feel amazing."
Kenji's head swam with desire, his thoughts dissolving into a haze of need. "Nail," he whispered, his voice raw with need. "You can do whatever you want. I want you, so…"
There was no mistaking what Kenji was asking for, and Nail understood it well as he roughly kissed him again, making an agreeable sound with the back of his throat.
Because the living room was closer, they urgently kicked off their shoes before Nail dragged them both there amidst urgent kisses and feverish touches. Kenji couldn't get enough of the contours of Nail's body—the smooth, firm muscles he'd fantasized about for so long—warm and his for the taking.
They moved together towards the sofa and stumbled onto it clumsily, Kenji on his back and Nail on top of him. There was an awkward moment where Kenji impatiently worked to remove Nail's blazer jacket and let it fall on the floor. They finally broke the kiss with a loud smacking sound as Nail pulled away to sit back on his ankles and remove his t-shirt. Kenji's breath hitched as he took in the sight, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of Nail's muscles.
He thanked every deity existing for that as he touched his partner's chest and down to his formidable abs. Vaguely, he considered why he found this peculiar existence that was Nail to be so breathtakingly beautiful.
Nail released a pleasurable sound as Kenji's hands caressed him before his fingers deftly unbuttoned Kenji's shirt and opened it, exposing his chest, too. He immediately leaned down, his lips finding Kenji's collarbone and tracing a wet path downward. Kenji's breath shook as Nail's mouth found his nipple, teasing it to a hard peak with his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, and Kenji moaned softly, his fingers threading through Nail's hair.
It had been too long since he'd been like this with someone, but he had never felt this good.
As Nail moved lower, pressing kisses along his navel, Kenji felt hands moving to his pants and working on his belt, unbuckling it before undoing the buttons. Silently, Nail's fingers curled around the hem of his underwear and he pulled it and the pants down, so Kenji lifted his hips to help him. They spent a few breathless seconds trying to impatiently remove everything until Kenji's lower body was completely exposed.
Nail looked down at his shimmering arousal with a mischievous smirk that made Kenji blush, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Eagerly, Kenji sat down while Nail was on his knees in front of him. His hands moved confidently to Nail's pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. He could feel Nail's hard cock straining against his boxers, and he couldn't wait to feel it again.
He wondered how it would feel inside him, and the thought overwhelmed him so much that his head spun.
He couldn't believe he was thinking this, but he was more than willing to just go with what his mind and body wanted rather than dramatize it.
As his hands lowered Nail's underwear and released the Fiend's very prominent arousal, Kenji's mouth watered and his chest constricted. His friend was well-endowed, and he didn't know if this made him feel anxious or on the verge of losing it.
The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body aching with need. He'd never been this close to someone else's cock, and the raw need to touch it was not something he could debate for the time being.
"You're so sexy," Kenji whispered, voicing his thoughts, his fingers gripping Nail's hips as if it would keep him grounded.
"So are you," Nail replied, his hands caressing Kenji's shoulders tenderly. It was clear that he was reading Kenji well and was waiting for whatever the younger man wanted to do.
Kenji understood this and knew he didn't need permission, so he didn't think too much before reaching out so his hand could wrap around Nail's hard cock.
The feel of it in his palm, hot and throbbing, sent a shiver through Kenji. Tentatively, he offered it a few strokes, fascinated by the sight of precum on the tip and the erotic scent that surrounded him. He felt Nail's body tensing; it was clear that he was displaying self-restraint.
"I want to taste you," Kenji murmured without thinking.
Giving in to primal impulses he didn't know he had, Kenji leaned in, and Nail's only response was a low, surprised moan as Kenji's lips encircled his cock, his tongue wasting no time swirling around the tip and feeling the instant saltiness of his fluids.
He didn't know what he had expected it to taste like, but feeling Nail's essence on the tip of his tongue made his head spin and his cock throb.
It wasn't easy and he was a little too excited and overstimulated, but Kenji sucked and licked, his hands gripping Nail's hips as he took him deeper into his mouth. The taste and scent of Nail were intoxicating, driving Kenji wild with desire. He could feel every pulse and every throb as he worked his tongue and lips over Nail's length.
He was more than marveled, tongue tracing the veins along Nail's cock, exploring every ridge and contour. He savored the taste—the feel of the silky skin against his lips.
As he took Nail deeper, he could feel the Fiend's cock twitching in his mouth and the muscles in Nail's thighs flexing under his hands.
"Fuck, Kenji," Nail gasped, his hips bucking upwards, and the curse word was so out of character for him that Kenji would've laughed if only he could.
Knowing he was causing this effect on Nail made him feel proud.
The Fiend's hands tangled in Kenji's hair, guiding his movements with a desperate need. Kenji hollowed his cheeks, taking Nail deeper, his throat working around the cock invading his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—a sense of pleasure and power that made Kenji's arousal escalate.
Nail thrust upwards into Kenji's mouth, the sensation driving both of them closer to the edge. Kenji could feel Nail's thighs trembling and the Fiend's breath coming in ragged gasps.
Nail's moans grew darker and more desperate as Kenji worked his magic with the nonexistent experience he had. He could feel the other's control slipping, the primitive need taking over.
Kenji's cock was aching for attention, so he reached between his legs and pumped himself a few times, moaning around the length inside his mouth. He wouldn't last like this, but he was beyond caring at this point.
"Enough," Nail suddenly growled, pulling his cock out of a disgruntled Kenji's mouth. Kenji looked up at him questioningly as if through a haze, licking his lips. Nail all but pushed him backward onto the sofa, and Kenji automatically spread his legs, exposing himself and silently begging with his eyes for what he knew was coming.
Nail looked fantastic. He reached for the pocket in his pants, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with his teeth, making Kenji's eyebrows tilt up questioningly.
"You could've wanted something unexpected," Nail explained in a sensuous murmur, rolling the condom onto his cock, his attention never leaving Kenji. The sight of Nail's intense focus sent a thrill through him, heightening his anticipation.
"It's kind of hot that you thought about that in advance," Kenji teased. Nail smirked at him and dropped the empty package on the sofa behind him.
Momentarily, Kenji wondered why Nail was even putting on a condom anyway. He could get hard and was able to have pleasure, but was he even capable of orgasming like a normal person, or was that just... turned into something else?
Stop thinking stupid shit…
Nail reached into his other pocket and fished out another small package that Kenji guessed was the lube. He ripped the thing open as well and poured the substance onto his fingers, slicking them enough before dropping it next to the previous one.
Biting down on his lower lip, Kenji nodded for Nail to move as he grabbed hold of his cock again and pumped slowly. Two long and soft fingers probed his entrance and he moaned, his body adjusting to the unfamiliar intrusion. Nail pushed inside all the way and it stung, and yet he felt like he was more receptive than he'd initially thought. The sensation was both strange and deeply satisfying, each movement of Nail's fingers sliding firmly in and out of him, touching points of pleasure inside of him that he didn't know he had, preparing him for what was to come.
Kenji closed his eyes and pressed his lips tightly together as he felt his cock weeping. There were three fingers now and the stretching was uncomfortable but also heightened the pleasure he felt and made him more restless than ever. Nail's fingers moved with expert precision, scissoring, fucking, and twisting, forcing the tightness around them to relax, driving Kenji crazy until he was panting with need, his body tensing with desperation with every second that ticked by.
He needed to come. Badly.
Also, he ached for more affection, for the connection of their bodies, and complete deliverance, finally.
Kenji released his cock and grabbed Nail's wrist, stopping the ministrations. His vision was blurry as he lifted his head to look at his new lover. "I'm ready, Nail," he gasped, knowing he sounded pleading but not caring. "I don't want to come like this; I want..."
"I know, my prince,"
Kenji lay back on the sofa, thighs spread shamelessly as Nail positioned himself between them. He could feel Nail's cock pressing against his entrance, and he gasped as Nail pushed inside of him. The feeling was overwhelming and unlike anything he had ever felt, pain and pleasure mingled to turn into absolute completion.
"Ready?" Nail asked, his voice low and husky.
Kenji nodded, his eyes meeting Nail's. "Yes, fuck me."
Nail entered him slowly, his cock filling Kenji's ass inch by inch. Kenji moaned as Nail bottomed out, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The sensation was exquisite, and it became clear that Nail was growing impatient because he didn't exactly give Kenji a lot of time to adjust, moving at once—even if cautiously—each thrust sending waves of both discomfort and pleasure through Kenji's body.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Nail groaned, his hips moving so smoothly that Kenji felt a little in awe .
Nail moved slowly at first, letting Kenji adjust to his size. However, Kenji didn't want to be treated carefully—he wanted them to become one, hard and fast until there was no room for thought.
Reaching out, Kenji grabbed Nail's shoulders and pulled his friend down so he was completely on top of him. Their mouths found each other lewdly again as Kenji's legs wound around Nail's waist. Invitingly, Kenji moaned and writhed beneath Nail, which encouraged him to pick up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder.
The sofa creaked beneath them as they moved, their grunts and gasps filling the room. Kenji's body responded to every thrust, his pleasure building with each movement.
"Yes, harder," Kenji gasped, his nails digging into Nail's back. The intensity of their connection was almost overwhelming, with each movement bringing them closer to the brink.
Nail complied, his hips snapping forward as he thrust himself into Kenji's ass. Kenji's head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream, as he felt himself on the edge of release. The sensation of Nail's cock filling him, stimulating his every nerve was the most amazing thing he had ever felt and he didn't think he'd ever feel tired of this.
Unexpectedly, Nail leaned back, giving Kenji space to maneuver. "I want you to ride me, Kenji," he whispered, his voice heavy with yearning.
Kenji's eyes widened slightly but he nodded, his body eagerly moving to comply. They shifted quickly, Nail sitting and leaning back against the sofa cushions, Kenji swiftly straddling his thighs. It was he who reached behind himself to grab Nail's cock and position it over his entrance, letting out a relieved sound with the back of his throat at feeling the Fiend's cock slide back inside him as he lowered himself. The new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through Kenji, and he couldn't help the loud growl that escaped his lips as he felt that his friend was fully sheathed inside of him, filling him.
Nail's hands roamed all over his body as Kenji began to move, tentatively at first, lifting himself up and then lowering himself back down. Nail hips moved with him, undulating upwards fluidly, his cock hitting all the right spots inside him. Nail's hands then found Kenji's ass and he grabbed the cheeks possessively, guiding his movements so they could find a good and steady pace.
Kenji wound his arms around Nail's neck, bringing their bodies close together and he loved the feel of his cock rubbing against the other's body, bringing a new level of intensity to their fucking.
He could feel Nail's heart beating fast against his, his body unbearably hot as they both started to perspire.
"That's it, Kenji," Nail praised hotly, lips against his ear, and the sheer lust in his voice was the sexiest Kenji had ever heard. "You look so good riding me."
Kenji's movements became more frantic as Nail muttered something in his ear, urging him to move faster. The pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, and the sounds they made as their bodies met hard and fast were indecent, almost sinful.
He could feel his cock throbbing; the need for release was almost painful. Nail's hands gripped his ass tighter, his fingertips meeting Kenji's entrance at times so he could feel himself fucking him, his thrusts meeting Kenji's movements, driving both of them closer to the edge.
"Ah, shit…" Kenji whimpered, nearly choking, as chills traveled up and down his spine and shook him to the core. "Nail, I'm…"
"Come for me," Nail growled, his voice rough with need. "Don't hold back."
Kenji's only response was a low moan as he felt himself tip over the edge, his arms tightening around Nail, cock erupting between them as he came hard, coating Nail's chest and belly. Nail's release followed close behind, his arousal pulsing and swelling as he stretched Kenji's insides, intensifying everything.
The sensation was almost too much, too perfect, and for a second there, Kenji thought that he might black out.
Their movements slowed as they came down from the high until they stopped completely. Their breaths were still labored when Nail tilted his head up so Kenji, as if on cue, leaned down to capture his lips in a languid yet deep kiss.
Nail ended up poking Kenji's side in a silent request, and Kenji nodded resignedly, lifting himself so his lover could slide from inside him. The action left him feeling empty and disappointed.
Kenji rolled to the side to sit on the sofa tiredly, watching lazily as Nail removed the condom from his cock. A little surprised, the younger one noticed that the condom was cum-filled as Nail tied it in a knot before letting it fall to the floor.
"We can't make this much of a mess in the living room every time we have sex," Nail commented, making a disgusted face. "As nice as it is to be spontaneous, there are stains everywhere. It's going to be a hassle to clean."
Kenji laughed with a mixture of endearment and disbelief. "Don't be OCD now of all times, Nail," he muttered, grabbing his friend's arm and pulling him so they could lie down together.
They eventually collapsed onto the sofa, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Nail's head was on Kenji's chest, his breathing slowing as he recovered from their exertions. The weight of Nail's body felt grounding and right, a feeling that Kenji had never experienced so intensely before.
"Well, that was incredible," Kenji murmured after a while, his fingers tracing patterns on Nail's back. The Fiend's skin was warm and smooth, the muscles taut and strong and he loved the feel of it.
Nail lifted his head and nodded, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Yes, it was."
Kenji was still amazed at how good it felt to be penetrated, the sensation lingering in his mind as they cuddled together. "Does this mean I'm a bottom?" he asked, but it was merely thoughtful.
Nail laughed softly, the sound vibrating through Kenji's chest. "Maybe. You won't know for sure until you try it all. I'm fine with it both ways, you know."
Again, Kenji was filled with relief and satisfaction. They hadn't talked about sexual dynamics and things had developed naturally in their first time together, but it was good to know that Nail was flexible and that Kenji could explore being top, too.
Kenji smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "I want to explore everything with you, Nail. Every part of this."
Nail's eye softened, and he leaned in to kiss Kenji gently. "I'm looking forward to it, my prince. You did very well on your first time."
Despite everything they had gone through, Kenji felt his cheeks flush.
"Well, I'm glad we surprised each other," Kenji commented, his voice soft. "I didn't know Fiends could, you know, ejaculate and like… produce sperm."
Nail chuckled again, a deep, rumbling sound. "Did that please you?"
"Oh, yeah," Kenji said at once.
The future seemed wide open, filled with possibilities he had never imagined. He snuggled closer to Nail, feeling the Fiend's warmth seep into his skin.
As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Kenji couldn't help but think about how far he had come. From the awkward first meeting in the Public Safety building to this moment of intense connection, his life had taken a turn he never could have predicted.
There was no telling what the future had in store for them, and he didn't dare to hope for anything in particular, but still, he had faith that whatever happened, would be good and they would be alright because they were a good pair.
It was good enough for now. For the time being, they would make each other happy and live one day at a time.
What they had, made sense. Weird and fucked up as it was, they clicked, and that was enough.
And Kenji was more than ready to accept it as it was, however long it lasted.
The End