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]

"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.

[goldenikemen]

He rests his hand against my pocket, and I shift slightly. Sometimes the most subtle contact can convey volumes. And I've known Kurorin long enough to have learned most of his often far too subtle cues.

I fall into step with him, my hands moving to tuck my fingertips in my back pockets.

I'm not sure what he has in mind, but I'm looking forward to finding out.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I'm relaxed enough to sleep, thanks to him. But he's not.

And I enjoy this, anyway. Being able to touch him, please him, get him to drop those damn barriers for a while, make him just fall apart into me.

I fold an arm around his lower back and deftly steer him into the supply closet.

[goldenikemen]

His arm at my back sends a thrill up my spine, makes pleasant goosebumps shiver across the back of my neck.

We change directions, and he moves me smoothly into a supply closet. This is new, and I smile lopsidedly.

"Planning to have your way with me, Kurorin?" I tease, but there's a low note to my voice, a suggestive undertone that says I wouldn't exactly mind.

[loveenetronkurorin]

"It's a terrible job, but it has to be done," I say dryly. I reach back without looking and deftly kick the door, with barely enough force for it to latch and stay closed.

The only light comes from the ventilation panel high on the door, and from the emergency exit lighting running along the floor.

More than enough for me to advance on him, rumbling low in my throat, and shove him up against the wall.

[goldenikemen]

I love that rumble of his, it does pleasant things to me. Makes me shiver in all the good ways. All the ways that get me excited, make my knees weak and almost a little trembley.

He shoves me back against the wall, and I make a show of looking nervous and startled, my hands coming up to rest against his chest.

I gaze up at him through my bangs. Need and want shining in my eyes.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He is ridiculously playful, even when he's at the edge of exhaustion. I've seen him mess around like this even when I know he's so tired he's basically a heartbeat from cramming a stapler up someone's nose.

He's not that bad this time.

The corner of my mouth quirks up. I near growl at him, "You are impossible."

I lean in to kiss him hard, hungrily, my foot in between his.

[goldenikemen]

I'm about to say something, some witty retort, but then his mouth crashes against mine, forceful and with a defined purpose. And any words I would have die before they can ever reach my throat.

My hands clutch at his shirt. Gripping as tightly as I can in my current state.

His leg slides between mine, just suggesting as something more, and I groan into his mouth. Hungry for him.

[loveenetronkurorin]

His hands fist in my shirt, and I respond with a low growl, nipping at the centre of his lower lip.

I can feel him against my thigh. Good. I drop my hands to his ass, and pull him hard against me.

[goldenikemen]

He draws me closer to him and I grip harder at his shirt. Out hips press, and it should be quite obvious to him now how quickly I'm responding to him. How quickly he can get me hard.

My jeans are already feeling too tight, and I shift against him, almost grinding with him as I try to squirm enough that I'm a bit more comfortable in my clothes.

"Kurorin," I breathe against his mouth, panting softly.

[loveenetronkurorin]

...all right. So there's my goal for the next few minutes.

To get him to use my damn name.

"Mm."

I lick into his mouth, capturing his taste, his feel, as if I could ever forget. Even if we were separated for years, I'd never forget. Honey and smoke and something that's indubitably, unmistakably Jin.

I drop to my knees.

[goldenikemen]

I groan at the kiss, against his tongue as he forcefully explores. I love when he gets like this, practically demanding I shut up and behave. Sometimes I indulge him, sometimes I misbehave even harder.

I'll go with the former for now; it seems like the more promising option.

Especially when he drops down to his knees, much as I did earlier on the roof.

"Kurorin..." I reach for his hair, partly so I can mess it up, fuss with his carefully contained curls, and partly just to grip at him.

I gaze down at him, a light smirk on my lips.

[loveenetronkurorin]

Two layers to just about everything he does. Messing with my hair because he feels like it... and also because he needs to. Giving way to me because he hasn't for a little while... and because he wants to.

He's always got work running through his head, too. Most times I'd be surprised if he only had two layers.

To be fair, I tend to be thinking about more than one thing at a time, too. But that's partly why this bratty little asshole is good for me. I want to get him to the point of pure need. Focused. Not hiding behind messing with me, just gasping, panting, breathless with need as I carefully pull him apart.

He can't relax, can't pull himself back together, unless I take him apart first.

I raise my eyebrows as I look up at him, part affirmation, part respect, part challenge.

I unzip his pants.

[goldenikemen]

Those eyes of his gazing up at me, making me even more weak in the knees than I already am. I grip a little more tightly at his hair, fingers at his scalp.

I lightly bite my bottom lip when he unzips my pants, shifting slightly so I can lean back a bit more comfortably.

This is a very promising situation, and I want to enjoy every moment of it.

[loveenetronkurorin]

...of course he's wearing that underwear. Jin. Really.

His teeth are white against his lip. His hands tight in my hair.

I pull down the top of his underwear barely enough to slip a hand inside. I close it around his dick, pleased as always with the way it fits in my fingers, and grip gently. Reverent, careful, possessive.

Not that he or his dick belong to me by the normal way of things.

But right here, right now? He's mine.

I dislodge him from his underwear, and lean forward, licking a slow, strong path from the root to the tip.

[goldenikemen]

It's not my fault the last clean pair of underwear I had in my drawer were the shiny gold pair that were only meant as a joke. It's three days past laundry day. I haven't exactly had the t-

I suck in a sharp little breath when his hand slides inside said ridiculous underwear, strong fingers wrapping around my dick.

My mind goes blank for a brief, blissful moment. A few seconds before it starts up again. Just about when his tongue comes in contact with my heated skin, trailing his way up to the head.

"Kurorin..." I breathe out, licking my lips as I watch him. My dick twitches slightly with need, and I have to fight to keep my legs and hips still.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I sigh at the taste of him, at the smoothness of his dick, the saltiness at the tip.

...damn, there are times I could do this all day.

He twitches, and I smirk up at him. Good.

I start exploring every square millimetre of the head with my tongue. My hand's wrapped around him loosely at the base. My tongue darts into his slit, then I moan a little under my breath, and purse my lips over just the slit.

Tastes good. I suck gently.

[goldenikemen]

I would want to wipe that smirk off his lips, but I'm a little preoccupied right now. His tongue exploring the head, like we have all the time in the world, his hand loosely holding my dick steady.

And then his lips... those perfect fucking lips of his, with that damn cupid's bow. Fuck.

My legs are trembling slightly. I'm not going to topple over or anything, but I need him to... to...

I just need him.

[loveenetronkurorin]

This is good. This is really good.

I half want to yank down my pants, and brace myself on the wall while he fucks me from behind. But I'll live.

He's shaky.

...I'll put him out of his misery, for now.

I engulf his cock slowly, carefully, lips over my teeth. He's big enough that I do have to be careful with this. I like to give him a little pain here and there, a little extra stimulus, but by way of grazing him with my teeth at choice moments. Not by way of just hurting him through lack of skill.

I press up with my tongue as his cock gets closer and closer to the back of my throat, pushing him up. The head of his cock fits in the roof of my mouth like it was made for it.

[goldenikemen]

"K-Kurorin..."

My head falls back against the wall as he takes me deeper and deeper into his mouth, showing all the care and skill I've come to expect from him, even during quick encounters in a glorified closet such as this.

I grip at his hair. I tug. I knead at his scalp.

Coaxing. Guiding. Wanting.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He's hardening, lengthening, just a little further. The skin of his cock feels tight. Feels right, in my mouth.

I grip the lean muscles at the backs of his thighs, holding him up, as I very slowly withdrawn him from me. The head of his dick slides loose from my lower lip with a wet pop.

I take him in again, more quickly this time.

Also further.

I curl the sides of my tongue up around his dick, to get more contact, more taste. I relish the salt on the surface of my tongue.

I relax my throat, breathing carefully, as the head slides past my tonsils. I swallow, once, as my nose nestles into his stomach, then withdraw again. Not as far.

I start working up speed.

[goldenikemen]

Panting already, and he's only just started to pick up the pace. I don't think I really even need it, not with the skill and care he's been showing. He could probably slowly coax me to orgasm if he wanted to.

Maybe I'll challenge him to do just that, sometime when we have more time.

I groan, and suck in a hissing breath through my teeth, my hands gripping harder to his curls, tugging a little more, though just for the feel of it, not trying to pull him away from me.

[loveenetronkurorin]

His breath is heavy in his throat, and his dick's delightfully heavy in mine.

His fingers clench more tightly in my hair. I respond by increasing the suction, increasing the depth. He'd better not shoot too far down my throat, I want to taste him when he comes.

I slap his ass just for the hell of it.

[goldenikemen]

I suck in a hissing breath when he slaps me, jerking into his mouth with that action. My lips part with a moan, and my head falls back against the wall again, eyes opening wide for a moment before closing, giving in to pure feeling.

Now that they've started, sounds keep spilling from my lips, moans, gasps, his first name, curses. He knows already how loud a lover I am, I'm just reiterating it.

My climax almost catches me off guard, the crescendo coming with one of his swallows around me. I cry out louder, jerking into his mouth.

[loveenetronkurorin]

His ass jerks forward in a most satisfactory way, and I hear his head thunk against the wall. He's making so much goddamn noise. I'm torn between arousal, worry someone'll hear, and wishing we were in a better position so I could --

--my dick twitches when he says my name--

-- wish we were in a better position so I could shut him up properly, a hand over his nose and mouth, or leaning my weight on a hand on his throat as I fuck him, as I grind him into the mattress, as he gazes up at me with that lazily amused look in his eyes like go on, Kurorin, you think you can stop me doing what I like?

He pretends it doesn't affect him, but it's all part of the game, all part of the stupid, idiotic, utterly entrancing game we play every fucking day, where he pretends he doesn't need me and I pretend I don't need him yet somehow we manage to spend hours and hours together across each week and still come back for more.

His pupils dilate so fast when I restrict his breathing. Leaning on his windpipe doesn't shut him up. Leaning on his mouth and nose doesn't shut him up, either. He could grumble at me with a mouthful of cornflakes, underwater.

But, oh, fuck, it's good.

(His babble, when he gets close to coming, is always good.)

Took it further than usual one time last week. Watched him carefully, but we've done it often enough that I know his signals, know what he can take, know when I have to stop.

His breath was hot and moist against my palm, and he stared up at me with challenge in his eyes, kept struggling to hold his gaze on mine but I could see the dizziness, see the euphoria, just as easily as I could see the delicious pulse in the side of his neck beating faster.

Anyway.

Next time.

There's good stuff about this, too, about the hardness of the floor under my knees, about the feel of his ass as I grip him possessively. Gonna make him come, gonna make him lose control.

I swallow, his volume increases, and then he yells. I hold still, using my tongue and jaw to massage him through it, gulping down his release. He's bitter and salty and so fucking good.