Thirteen years ago... (Mushverse, open to Go-Busters)

[loveenetronkurorin]

It's nearly eleven. I need to go to bed, but there's just one more report to finish.

I sigh, pat my pocket to check they're there, and start making my weary way towards the fire escape to the roof. I'll take a break first. There's only a skeleton crew around and a few other fools like me, working late when they need to start early in the morning, but I can't exactly light up in here.

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[goldenikemen]

He's so very predictable. I could probably set my watch to him. That is, if I wore a watch.

If we're working this late a shift, or working overtime as we both often do because deep down we hate ourselves, he always takes a cigarette break right now, so that he makes it up onto the roof at exactly 11. I don't think he does it consciously, but he does it every single time.

I carefully tuck my more sensitive designs and reports away, leaving the rest scattered about my work station, and grab my jacket as I head for the roof. It's been relatively warm lately, sure, but I like the way my jacket looks on me. Very dashing.

I fish out my cigarettes from the breast pocket as I walk.

[loveenetronkurorin]

It's a warm, still night. My shirtsleeves are rolled up, tie undone, no jacket to cover the suspenders holding up my pants, and I'm badly in need of a shave. Sakurada-san isn't a stickler for the dress code this late at night. He's probably at home, anyway. He deserves it after the week he's had.

I sit on the edge of the wall, one leg drawn up, the other dangling, and I lean back against the housing for the air recirculator. My match flares briefly in the darkness, and I take the first drag on my cigarette.

It's about now that he usually turns up. I don't know how he knows. I hope he doesn't. I hope he's at home, or snoring in the small bare room here that's his (next to mine).

...but I wouldn't mind seeing him.

[goldenikemen]

My cigarette is already perched between my lips as I open the door to the roof, my zippo in hand, flaring to life with a practiced flick. I inhale that first drag deeply, holding it in my lungs longer than I probably should.

The door shuts behind me and I exhale. Pocketing my lighter and glancing around. I know exactly where he'll be, but I still like to act like I don't. Like I'm surprised to see him here.

"Ah, Kurorin!" I smile lopsidedly at him, wandering over and leaning back against the wall he always perches on. I cross my legs at the ankle, and stretch my free hand behind me to grip the wall, close to where his hip is.

He always looks so good when he's still in his uniform, but all dressed down. All crumpled shirt and rolled up sleeves, lose tie and no jacket. And stubble too; he looks real good with all that late night stubble.

"Long night?"

[loveenetronkurorin]

There he is.

"Jin." I muster a tired scowl at the use of that ridiculous nickname, but also reach out and cover his hand with mine, briefly.

He's wearing that jacket again. He looks good in it, the way it flares over his slim hips. He knows it, too.

"Aren't they all."

[goldenikemen]

I love that scowl, I know he doesn't mean it, he's just putting up a gruff front. He's such a bastard. It's wonderful.

His hand briefly touches mine, it's a small gesture, but a welcome one just the same. We don't do the whole romance thing. Well, not with each other; it's not how this thing between us is wired.

I shift, uncrossing my ankles and then crossing them the other way. In the process I shift closer to Kurorin, so that my arm brushes against him.

"Truer words." Another too deep drag, too long hold. A sighing exhale. I tip my head back, hair falling down my shoulder, and look up at the sky. "You work too hard."

[loveenetronkurorin]

That goddamn smirk of his. Like nothing bothers him, nothing worries him, nothing fazes him.

It's all bullshit. I know we all have to be professional and so on, but fuck. I wish he'd let some actual emotion through more often.

I snort at him, absently taking in the lines of his hair as it drapes over his shoulder. "Says the man who's up here at 11pm with me. What are you working on just now, anyway?"

[goldenikemen]

I keep my head tipped back, but turn my head just far enough that I can give Kurorin a look, smirking around another drag.

"Right now," slow sigh, another drag, this one brief, speaking on the exhale, my voice slightly tight because of it. "Right now I am working on seducing you. And trying to finish this cigarette before you inevitably acquiesce."

[loveenetronkurorin]

That expression.

I sigh, and look away, forced to give him the win of dropping eye contact first. He's making my breathing quicken, and he's barely touched me. I grumble under my breath, undoing the top two buttons of my shirt with my free hand. The collar seems unbearably tight.

His words make my head snap back around. "What do you mean, 'inevitably'?" I demand, before my brain quite takes in the rest of it. "And here? Jin, are you crazy?"

[goldenikemen]

I chuckle softly around a lungful of smoke before exhaling. I don't even need to answer that question, he already knows he's going to give up. Give in. Let me have my way.

Not that he won't enjoy it, I mean, what I have in mind will be pleasant for me, but much more amazing for him.

I rest my hand on his leg, gripping lightly, fingers kneading just slightly at the inward side of his thigh. "It's eleven at night, who the hell else would come up here?"

[loveenetronkurorin]

I snort. "Well, of course no one'll come up here. But what if there's a low flying plane or something?"

His hand feels annoyingly good there. His fingers are always so strong...

Doing the best I can to suppress a blush, I turn my head again.

[goldenikemen]

I slide my hand slowly down his thigh, fingers trailing along the inside. I reach his knee, circling my fingertips over his kneecap for a brief moment before trailing my hand back up his thigh again.

"You always look so weary." My hand reaches the height of his thigh, and I look up at him, my eyes full of devious intent. "Let me help you relax, at least for a few minutes."

I slide my hand up further, and then inward, dipping my fingers between his legs.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He runs a hand down my thigh, across my knee, back up again. I have to interrupt the latest drag on my cigarette to swallow, hard.

"Just for a few minutes? You think you could get me off that qui-" I lose the end of the word on a rising inhalation as he touches what's already damn near a full erection.

"Jin," I breathe, voice hoarse. "You are the devil." It's not a compliment, but it's not an insult, either. Just an observation of fact.

And I'm not about to stop him.

[goldenikemen]

I smile, both at him tripping over his words, and the fact that he's already considerably hard, and I only just touched him. I trail my fingertips lightly, then cup his bulge with my palm.

I take a final drag off my cigarette and toss the end of it in the sand bucket. I hold the smoke in my mouth, moving until I'm in front of Kurorin, facing him.

I slip in between his legs, one hand still cupping him, the other coming up to work my fingers into his hair.

I kiss him before he has a chance to react enough to protest, parting his lips and slowly exhaling the smoke from my mouth into his.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He's completely composed, and I love/hate when he does this, love/hate how he stays together while bringing me so completely undone. I'll have to get him off after he does me. It's not goddamn right otherwise, and we have time.

My thighs part to accommodate him, as he settles in between, a hand in my hair, and exhales his smoke into my mouth.

I splutter a little, then the ash from my cigarette burns my hand and I wince.

I extinguish it on the wall next to me, and toss it towards the bucket. Yeah, I'm not really the suave, smooth one in this encounter so far.

[goldenikemen]

I have to laugh when he sputters and nearly burns himself, and I lean into him a little further, resting my cheek against his as I ride a little wave of amusement.

Somehow he still manages to be sexy, even when he's being uncoordinated.

He cheek is stubbled and rough, even more so than my own. It's a pleasant feeling, and I brush my cheek against his once more before I pull back.

Now that's he's recovered from my smoke I give him a proper kiss. Not sweet or gentle. It's a kiss that means business, a kiss with an obvious purpose behind it.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He leans his cheek against mine, and somehow that's more intimate than all the orgasms we've brought each other. All the times I've touched his dick or he's touched mine.

Makes me wonder, sometimes, if.......

I squelch the feelings back down savagely. Affection, and trust, and a little physical relief now and then. Those are the unspoken rules here. We have too much work. Though maybe...

Stop it.

He kisses me properly, and I cup the back of his neck, pulling his head towards mine hard. It's less a dominance struggle than an attempt to lose myself in him, in the way he tastes, all smoke and honey and energy, but he can see it how he likes.

[goldenikemen]

My hand is still cupping the bulge in his pants, and I give him a little squeeze as the kiss grows in intensity. I keep him kissing me, as I work the the buttons of his pants open, and drag the zipper down.

Once my hand in inside I pull back from the kiss nipping at his bottom lip as I do. I keep my face close to his as I work his dick free of his clothes, licking my lips and smirking, panting softly against his mouth.

My other hand rests against his chest, right in the center, and I keep it pressed, moving it downward as I slowly slip to my knees.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I keep as still as I can while he undoes me with deft hands. He pulls back a little, breathing against me, as he pulls my dick free.

I twitch right into his hands, those strong fingers always knowing just how to touch me. Even the first time we did this, he was damn good at it, whereas it's always taken me a while to learn new people, to learn their responses. He just has an instinct.

Works with his hands, after all.

I swallow hard, the muscles of my throat working as he holds me gently in place and goes down. I tangle a hand in his hair, half wishing I still had the stupid cigarette. The anticipation is terrible, and I'm near growling under my breath, want and need and the desire to not make it TOO easy for him, all warring in me.

[goldenikemen]

His hand's in my hair, and it feels damn good, that coaxing grip. He's good at coaxing me, guiding me, gently moving me as he wants me.

I'm on my knees now, his dick ready for me, and I take a small moment just to look, to work with my hand, to breathe over his head; weeping and ready for me.

I glance up at him, trying to catch his gaze as I lap at his head, as I draw him slowly into my mouth. This part goes slow, because the rest will have to go quickly. We are on the clock, after all.

I sigh through my nose as I suck his head into my mouth, rolling and swilling my tongue as I guide him in deep.

My hand slides to the base, holding his dick steady, my other hand moves down to his hip, holding him steady.

[loveenetronkurorin]

It annoys the hell out of me how he has so many fancy, prissy hair care products. I don't care that he cares, I just wish he'd find something and stick with it, and maybe spend less than five hours in the bathroom every morning.

But it pays off. His hair's incredibly soft.

He's on his knees, and I would pay a fucking fortune to have him here for maybe half every day. Just the way he looks. So decadent. So ready for sin...

I can feel the precum seeping out, but then he looks up at me and uses his tongue, and I groan, a low rumble deep in my chest. He does that thing with his tongue, because if Jin's going to do anything he's going to learn how to do it dazzlingly and right now I can't bring myself to complain. I guide his head down on me as he guides me inside him.

My free hand's clenched as I ride out the waves of pleasure from just this much. I can't let go this quickly, can't let it develop to an orgasm this fast. He'll be smug enough as is.

[goldenikemen]

I love that he's not shy about moving me where he wants me during this, that he grips and guides and tugs. I'm good enough at this that I can figure out what he wants and needs without it, but it's nice that he shows his enthusiasm that way.

I begin working at him proper, bobbing my head, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth with each return, until his heads at the back of my throat. I growl softly, and roll my tongue, and even tease lightly with my teeth, because I know he likes that.

My fingers stay wrapped around his base, gripping, and my thumb ducks down to show his balls some attention too.

He's going to owe me later for this. And I smirk around him at the thought.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I shift a little because if my ass went to sleep I'd never live it down, but it's getting more and more difficult to focus on anything but him.

Teeth... I hiss softly, fingers fisting in his hair. Why the hell is he so good at this? Did he go to some special night class?

"Fuck, Masato," I rumble, barely aware of what I'm saying. I'm not far from losing it. "Fuck."

[goldenikemen]

I moan around him at the sound of my given name. I so rarely hear it from him, usually only in this sort of context, but once or twice when he's been either really worn out or had one too many drinks.

He's gripping at my hair, and I know he's close already; he must have really needed this, and I am happy to oblige. Taking great delight in pleasing him.

I move both hands to his hips, and breathe carefully through my nose as I take him deeper, almost gagging just once as he slides past the back of my throat.

I swallow, knowing he can certainly feel that.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I groan at the feel of him moaning around me, the sound vibrating through my dick and impacting the base of my spine.

His hands are warm on my hips, and this is something I've always appreciated about him. I've done this with a few people in my time -- though no one but him for a while -- and he's always so goddamn responsive and willing to command. Goes with what I demand or ask for, but takes control when he needs to. Wants to.

He doesn't constantly want to dominate or submit. And while I'm not against that for those it fits, for us? No.

He's a partner.

I lose track of my breathing for an endless moment when he takes me in further, the head slipping down his throat, but then he does that thing I'm incredibly weak to, that thing that's going to make him endlessly smug because I normally last a little longer, but he's good at this and I was so tense...

He swallows around me and I have to muffle a shout in my fist as I tip straight over the edge.

[goldenikemen]

I hold him steady when I feel him finally reach his climax, my hands on his hips gripping tightly. Most of his release spills down my throat, but I keep working him as I slide my head back, selfishly wanting to taste him as much as I want to draw out his pleasure for as long as I can.

I give a little moan as I slide my mouth of him, tipping my head back to look up at him with a swollen-lipped smile. A smirk. My eyes shining, proud of myself.

I turn my head and spit what's left in my mouth off to the side, and then bring a hand away from Kurorin's hips so I can wipe my mouth clean. I can still taste him, of course, and I don't mind in the slightest.

I indulge myself, and lean in to place a little kiss to his dick, before I get back on my feet, leaning in close to him as I set everything back in order for him.

My hands move back to his hips again, rubbing slow circles, and I lean into him a little, smiling as I nudge at his nose with mine.