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]

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.

[goldenikemen]

I'm dizzy, almost delirious, as I come down from my climax, as my limbs go weak and my knees buckle. The only things still keeping me up are him and the wall, and I slump against that wall weakly, gasping for breath.

I'm always silent after a climax, a sharp contrast to my verbosity just before. My hands are in his hair, toying lazily and absent-mindedly with his curls.

I want to roll over, yank his arm around me, and pass out with my back to his chest. But we're not in a bed. We're no where near a bed.

I make a few small, contented sounds, feeling like I'll slide down the wall at any moment.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He's done. He's so done. I grin up at him, and let his dick fall from my mouth. I take a hand off his ass and wipe a small glob from the corner of my mouth, then take my time lazily licking it off the tip of my finger.

I stand, working my way up him, keeping in contact with him at all times to keep him up, and lean in to claim his lips.

[goldenikemen]

I can just barely open my eyes, but I do manage to catch him licking his finger clean of me. And, oh, that's a nice little sight.

He stands, keeping in contact with me as he does, probably so I don't fall over. Right now I don't feel like I can even walk.

Maybe I'll just sleep in here tonight.

I give a small hum into the kiss he gives me, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. The kiss is lazy, and slow, and again I just want to curl up with him and pass out.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I keep him pinned, keep him upright, with the weight of my body.

"I'm taking you back to my bed," I tell him, sliding my hands down his sides to tuck him back in his pants properly, get him sorted out.

"If you want to argue that, you're free to try."

It's not like I've never carried him through the corridors here before, my rooms are close, and it's damn late. Shouldn't be anyone around.

[goldenikemen]

I shake my head sleepily, there's no way I would argue that with him right now. A bed sounds amazing, his bed even better.

"You still have my pillow?" I mumble against his neck, my head resting on his shoulder, my arms circles loosely around his waist. His pillows are flat and stiff, make my neck all sore the next day.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I sigh, and lift him up easily enough. He's so fucking endearing hopeless after he's come. A bundle of limp fabulousness in my arms.

"No, I gave it to my sister's new puppy," I assure him in a low rumble, as we head towards the door. I juggle him and the doorhandle and somehow get it open, then get out without banging his head or his feet.

Not that I wasn't tempted.

Now it's just up a short flight of stairs and down a couple corridors to my room.

[goldenikemen]

I very nearly fall asleep against him as we make our way to his room, excessively long hours spent overworking combining with the lingering aftereffects of sexual pleasure are hitting me like a truck.

I feel like I could sleep for a solid week. Though I know I can't, just a few short hours, then it's off to my morning shift.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He's near dozing.

I'll wait till he's passed out, then I'll send a few messages. I don't always have his schedule memorised, but when I know he's losing himself down deep I keep an eye on him. He's got a couple meetings in the morning, but nothing that can't be rescheduled if I lean on the right people.

I'm good at leaning on the right people.

Handcuffing one wrist to the bedhead should take care of actually keeping him in my room until he's had at least six hours. Then I'll feed him something substantial for breakfast -- not that feeding him my cock isn't something substantial, but he'll need something nutritious to get him through the day, then take him into the shower, then he can go to work.

No one sees us. My feet are damn near silent on the carpeted hallway. I open the door to my room with some difficulty, then manoeuvre him through. I prod the door shut behind me with a foot, and lay him down on the bed.

[hope you don't mind the time jump]

[goldenikemen]

The moment I hit Kurorin's bed I let out a small sigh, curling toward my pillow. I'm asleep the moment my head hits it, that sort of deep sleep where even your dreams can't reach you.



When I finally wake again it's well into late morning, possibly even the afternoon. I'm groggy for far longer than I should be, blinking against the light in the room and trying to figure out where exactly I am, what year it is, and so forth.

About the time I remember my name I realize I am horribly, miserably, inexcusably, late for work.

"Oh shit." I growl, sitting up fast and vaulting from the bed.

Or.

At least I try to.

But my wrists snags on something, and there's a vaguely familiar clang behind me. Why the hell did I ever buy him a set of handcuffs?

"Kurorin!" I scream into the apartment for him. "Get your ass in here and explain yourself!"

[it's just a jump to the left]

[loveenetronkurorin]

I've been up for perhaps three hours longer than he has. It wasn't enough sleep, but I had substantially more the previous night than he had. I went to my morning meeting (left him his phone by the bed just in case), came back again. I'm in the tiny kitchen, making coffee, when I hear him yell.

"I'm not sure why you expect my ass to be useful in that regard," I observe to him mildly as I stroll around the corner. I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip.

[and then a step to the ri~i~i~i~ight~]

[goldenikemen]

I glare at him, at the cheeky little grin threatening at his mouth as he sips his coffee.

"What the hell time is it?" I shake my wrist a bit, rattling the cuffs against the headboard. "I have meetings! I have work to do! You know that."

[put your hands on your hips]

[loveenetronkurorin]

"It is," I make a show of glancing up at the clock, not visible from where he is, even though I know damn well what time it is, "half past eleven. You've had just over six hours, and I rearranged your morning."

Oh, he's pissy.

Maybe I'll leave him there till he cools down. Shouldn't take more than another week or two.

[bring your knees in ti-i-ight~]

[goldenikemen]

"Half past eleven!?" I shout, I practically shriek, struggling a bit more against the cuffs that are keeping me so firmly in place.

"Kurorin! My mornings can't just be... just be rearranged that easily." I growl, glaring at him, all indigence and frustration. "My work is important!"

[but it's the pelvic thrusts]

[loveenetronkurorin]

I nod equably, pretending to consider his words. "Yes, so I've heard. I've also heard that you near failed your last medical."

Bombshell. Oh, yes, I'm aware. I'm extremely aware. It's all fixable stuff, he's not unfit for duty, but he has to deal with his goddamn blood pressure and sleep deprivation or I can take him off duty.

I grin brightly at him.

[that really drives you insa-a-a-ane]

[goldenikemen]

"That doc was a quack anyway." I frown, and look away.

I know I'm being petulant, but I don't rightly care. I'm fine. So I work hard. So what? He works hard too.