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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[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.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He grips me firmly, and I shudder into him. He keeps working away at me, working the last drops out, spitting the excess aside.

I'm sagging, breathing hard, while he gives my dick an affectionate little kiss then puts me back together.

...mm. Face near mine --

I open my eyes, not having realised I'd closed them, and reach for him, needing him very badly. Need to kiss him, not lose the connection so soon after.

[goldenikemen]

I laugh softly when he draws me close and captures my mouth with his. I don't mind when he gets vaguely needy, it makes me feel good about myself. Not that I need help in that department, but still.

It's nice.

I kiss him, keeping one hand on his hip, the other moving up and into his hair, fingers threading, tugging gently, and generally messing up the order he likes to keep himself in.

[loveenetronkurorin]

His hand goes to my hair, and as usual with him, it's seven parts trolling to one part -- maybe two parts -- affection.

I break off, breathing hard, and give him a fondly annoyed look. "Do you have to do that?"

[goldenikemen]

I love that look, it's one of my favorites from him. Means I'm getting under his shell, and while I'm irritating him, there's that affection in there that he just can't seem to help.

I tilt my head, and smile lazily, giving his hair a few more messing passes with my hand. "Do what?"

[loveenetronkurorin]

The most annoying thing is that if I tried to do the same to his, he'd probably just laugh.

I catch his wrist. "That."

[goldenikemen]

"Oh?" I put a look of mock surprise on my face, and flex my hand so that my wrist moves in his grip.

I shift a little, still leaning into him, still so very close to his warmth. But we are still technically on the clock, and I know I still have a lot of work to do.

He must too.

"You probably need to get back, yeah?"

[loveenetronkurorin]

I shake my head, but release my -- not very tight -- grip on him. "We do," I agree reluctantly. I'm still blissed out. Still desperate for both another cigarette and to just sit or lie without saying anything for a while.

But if I ever want to get to bed tonight...

"I'll ambush you later."

[goldenikemen]

I smile at him, a playful little smirk, as I slide away from him, shaking my head to make my hair fall more neatly.

"You'd better." I give him a little wink before turning and heading for the door.

I flash him a lazy V with my fingers over my shoulder, putting a little extra swing in my hips.

[loveenetronkurorin]

...such a showoff.

~~~~Timeskip~~~~

The kids are gone, at least as far as I know, and I need to sleep. So does he.

He's packing up for what's left of the night. I know the signs. So I just wait, sipping my coffee, looking completely innocent, as I read the newspaper at the desk a few away from his.

[goldenikemen]

Finally ready to close up, send off my reports, and lock my more sensitive designs in my cabinet.

I'm tired, but not quite exhausted. I could probably use a cup of coffee before I turn in.

If I'm going to turn in.

I could still sleep under my desk, I mean, my brain is still alert, maybe I should work a little more and just take a nap before my next shift.

My hand moves to unlock my file cabinet again.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I know the telltale signs. The little things he does when he's packing up, usually in the same order, for all that he teases me about being anal.

There we go.

There we-

No.

I find myself next to his desk, a hand on the handle of his filing cabinet, without recalling passing through the intervening space. "Don't," I grouse at him.

[goldenikemen]

Well, he sure crossed the room fast.

Now the only question is, is what I'm working on worth putting up a fight, or would I much rather he make good on his promise from earlier?

I move my hand away from the cabinet, and pocket the key. "I will remind you of this next time you're caught up in your work, you know."

[loveenetronkurorin]

"Somehow, I have no doubt of that," I say gruffly, covering his pocket for a moment. "Keep that damn key in there, all right? And walk this way."

My room isn't far.

The supply closet is closer, though.