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Autumn afternoon sun slants golden through the windows of Happy Spa, reflecting off the wet floor as Ikki pushes the mop from one end of the room to the other. He’s almost finished with the task and pauses once he reaches the wall, leaning the mop against it. He rolls through an exaggerated stretch as a flimsy cover for taking a glance across the room where his company for the last hour or two is seated.
“Hey, I’m almost done!” he calls out with a smile. “Thanks again for keeping an eye on the door so we don’t miss anyone on their way out while I’m closing up!
Leaning over the counter, Kagerou colors in part of the doodle on the sticky note he's stolen from the Happy Spa counter. It's just a bunch of chibis of everyone he's absentmindedly drawn while watching the front. He looks up, over to where Ikki is. "Tch. It's not like I'm actually doing anything..." He pauses for a moment, peeling the sticky note off the pad and stealing another one to start a new doodle. "But you’re welcome, I guess."
Kagerou doesn't even fully understand why he's here. Surely, Ikki could handle this on his own. Honestly, couldn't Daiji have done this? It's not like he's against spending time with Nii-sama… it's just not sitting right with him. Daiji's up to something...
Ikki can see the gears turning in Kagerou’s mind and wonders if he’s given Daiji enough time for his planning. Better to stall for just a little bit longer… “You aren’t doing nothing – you’re watching the door,” Ikki re-iterates, picking up the mop again to finish the last few runs back and forth. He directs his next thought to the floor as he works, carefully choosing his words, because he knows Kagerou’s still listening even if they’re not face to face anymore. “Besides, it’s entirely possible that just being present is what really matters – keeping each other company through all sorts of life tasks – isn’t that what family’s about?”
Family? Kagerou ducks his head down a little to hide the barest hint of pink that dusts his cheeks at that, not that Ikki can see him right now anyway. Though, he scowls for good measure - just in case.
"Oh, Nii-sama considers a demon like me family?" Kagerou does his best to have his usual cocky flair to it... even if he is a little embarrassed. Even if he already knows the answer to the question. He knows he wouldn't be sitting here if the answer wasn't Yes.
Still, it throws him for a loop sometimes to think about his place in this... family. He gives the little chibi he drew of himself really cool bat wings and his sword before continuing. "But I can understand why you'd enjoy my presence~" Looking up from his doodle, he leans forward to try and give Ikki a flirty smirk if he does actually look back over his way.
Ikki looks up just in time to catch the flirtatious smirk, but despite how Kagerou and Daiji are different, they are both still aspects of his little brother, and he finds that if looks past the surface, it’s easy to see through it. Easier now than it was at the start.. He doesn’t bother answering the first question right now, but addresses the second thought instead. “I really do,” he agrees, wringing out the mop and setting it to dry. “Enjoy your presence.”
Giving Kagerou a few minutes to mull that over, he disappears from the room for a bit to put away his tools and wash his hands, drying them on his pants before returning to the main room, standing on the customer’s side of the desk. Returning to Kagerou’s first question, he leans an elbow on the counter and rests his chin in his hand with a thoughtful hint of a smile. “There's been a lot of times when you being a part of this family has made an important impact. Times when you looked after and helped Daiji when even I, his big brother, couldn’t.”
Reaching out with his other hand, Ikki grips Kagerou’s shoulder and squeezes it, his expression suddenly quite serious. “Thanks for that. Really.”
Immediately looking back down, Kagerou grumbles as he draws a little crown on his chibi in the drawing. It used to be easier to flirt with Ikki as a way to distract from conversations, but Nii-sama has gotten far too good at reading him. His response leaves him with a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach that is so unlike the sort of things he's used to dealing with. It's not terrible, but...it still feels weird to him...to be a part of this family.
Making the mistake of looking up when Ikki is speaking, Kagerou finds himself embarrassed at the intensity of Ikki's honesty and warmth. Looking to the side quickly, Kagerou scowls, hoping it balances out the growing pink across his cheeks. "Tch. Daiji's mine. Of course I have to look after him." It's more than just that though. Ikki's touch startles Kagerou enough to have to look at him again. "Ah. Well..." Kagerou finds himself scrambling to say something "...It's my family too so… you’re welcome."
His heart swells a little with Kagerou’s honest admission and Ikki dares to reach a hand up to ruffle the demon’s hair. “That’s why I don’t mind sharing him with you,” he laughs softly and then withdraws his hand before continuing. “So keep taking such good care of him, okay?”
Ikki doesn’t know exactly what his little brother has in mind with his oh-so-secretive plans for today, but he does know he’s not sorry for having contributed to whatever it is. Things could have turned out a lot differently, and Kagerou is a bit part of why they hadn’t. His expression softening even more, he looks down to hide his own face this time, pretending to busy himself with organizing the random nonsense of coupons and pamphlets always on the front counter. “And… maybe let him take care of you once in a while, too?”
Not wanting to leave room for any retort or awkwardness over his suggestion, he immediately barrels on, hoping he’s given his brother enough time to enact his plans. “A-anyway… I can take over watching the door for the last little bit now that I’m done mopping, and then I’ll lock up, so… see you later?”
Kagerou does actually feel a bit awkward. The compliments he's used to aren't ever as honest and warm as the ones that Ikki always gives out. He's more embarrassed by the warm fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach than he's willing to admit, especially since he won't even fully acknowledge how much he does want to take care of Daiji and the rest of the family.
He can't voice out loud how much this family is a part of him.
Before, it was taking what he wanted out of Daiji's life, but now… now, it's wanting to add what he can to flesh it out into the best experience all of them could have, together.
His thoughts are broken by Ikki finally no longer stalling and he laughs a little, shoving his hands into his pockets and trying to bring back up his usual bravado. "Alright. I'll make sure to take good care of Daiji~" Coming around the counter to where Ikki is fussing over things, he leans in as close as he can with a particularly flirty smirk. "Nii-sama~"
Ikki looks up from the things he’s not actually organizing, slightly flustered by the tone and sudden proximity this time, and thus too tongue-tied to come up with a witty answer. “K-kage-kun...”
And just as suddenly as he leans in, Kagerou pulls back, somewhat smug over at least holding his own against the eldest Igarashi sibling. Heading towards the door, he waves one hand over his shoulder in parting, unable to keep a satisfied little grin off his face.
*****
Looking at the time, Daiji figures he has a few more minutes before Ikki can’t stall Kagerou any further. He looks over the little black and green cake on the table with some candles around it. The main room of the little apartment that Daiji’s been staying in (because he loves his family, but maybe he likes having a little space with work sometimes even if…maybe he goes over for his mother’s cooking a lot…) is covered in black and green streamers. For the fact that it’s just going to be the two of them, maybe he’s done too much.
He could have thrown a full party. Ikki and Sakura and Hiromi had all been for that. Kagerou was a part of the family now.
…But he was celebrating the day that Kagerou had come into being as his birthday. Was it stupid? Probably. Did Kagerou probably consider Daiji’s birthday his birthday? Probably.
This was the day that he felt himself split but also the day that led up to him being whole. It had taken a lot of work to hunt down the exact day it happened. Maybe too much work.
There’s the jingle of keys and the sound of Kagerou cursing as the door knob fights him. Daiji quickly puts the pointy birthday hat on his head and braces himself next to the banner that says, “Happy Birthday, Kagerou!”
‘Don’t look awkward’ Daiji chants in his head because as he stands with a party popper in hand, he can tell the nervous look he must have on his face.
The door opens.
“Happy Birthday, Kagerou!” Daiji cheers as he pops the black and green popper. Kagerou, who’s barely opened the door and stepped in yet, stares at him through the black and green streamers all over him. No one says anything for a moment. Daiji’s started to count backwards from 100 due to his nerves.
“......What?” Kagerou blinks a few times looking over. “....Your birthday isn’t for a while…”
“No. It’s….the day you….showed up. I know you might be as old as me but…” Daiji frowns, finding his face suddenly hot like maybe this isn’t such a good idea.
“....you’re such a fucking sap.” Kagerou laughs as soon as Daiji looks up from where he was staring with a glare. It’s not a malicious laugh at all, and something about it makes Daiji’s heart flutter a little. “But I guess you’re my sap. Yeah?” Kagerou grabs Daiji by the sides of his overshirt and pulls him in for a kiss. Daiji takes advantage of the kiss to slip the party hat off of his head and onto Kagerou before kissing back..
“Wait did yo-” Kagerou starts, but Daiji takes out the phone and snaps a picture of Kagerou wearing the ‘It’s my birthday!’ birthday hat. Taking several steps backward, Daiji furiously opens up the messaging app and sends one to the Igarashi Family Group chat as well as to Karizaki. “DON’T YOU SEND THAT.” Kagerou runs over to grab or slap the phone out of Daiji’s hand. Daiji can’t help but laugh at how much their roles are reversed right now. Quickly continuing to take enough steps to be out of his range, he manages to trip backward landing on his back. He quickly hits the send button before closing the phone and holding it close to his chest.
“It’s too late, Kagerou…” Daiji says, still laughing as Kagerou quickly straddles him, trying to pry the phone out of his hands. “Everyone will see you in the cute birthday hat.”
“....Smug is really cute look on your stupid face.” Kagerou smirks, moving his hands to slip under his shirt and scrape his nails down his sides. He blinks a few times when he realizes, he’s not just getting skin….but the feeling of lace and silk. Daiji can’t stop the flush from spreading across his features when he realizes that Kagerou found his other birthday present.
“....So, my….Daiji..” Kagerou purrs as he moves his hands down, under the waistband of his pants, to slip his fingers under the band on the thin white lace panties that he can see just peek out and snap it against Daiji’s skin. “....Did you happen to get me a present…?”
“...of course I did.” Daiji grumbles, and quickly moves his hands to grab Kagerou’s wrists. “But in my bedroom…not the living room carpet-” Daiji tries to squirm out from under him, but Kagerou shifts against him, stopping him every time he almost finds an opening.
“It’s my birthday, isn’t it?” Kagerou laughs, falling forward, using Daiji’s current position to trap his hands above his head. “What if I want to take it here? What if I want to fuck my cute little angel into the carpet so he can have rug burns that he’ll think about every time they hurt. Rug burns so bad that the next time you're at your folks place Nii-sama questions if you got into a bad fight and all you can do is flush and try to find a good excuse that isn’t…well…me….”
Daiji opens his mouth to protest, but before he can, Kagerou grinds their hips together and a groan slips past his lips instead. Rug burn from his carpet isn’t a good idea, especially with his job, but he can’t deny the idea of being fucked into the carpet does sound…appealing.
“You’re such a fucking whore….” Kagerou laughs again, watching the way Daji squirms underneath him. Daiji hates that he finds the way Kagerou laughs to both be cute and….arousing, especially the look he gives him afterward. Especially, when Kagerou moves his hands to the hem of his shirt and yanks both shirts up and over his head so fast that Daiji practically gets burns from that, like Daiji really is the best present and Kagerou’s impatient to get to what he wants most.
His head practically hits the floor hard from the sheer force of the shirt being yanked off of him, but he gets no time to process that as Kagerou’s already putting his hands all over him, snapping any bands of the lingerie, tracing the lines of lace, and leaning down and dragging his tongue over some lines of skin. Daiji shivers at the attention before Kagerou bites a spot exposed on his side, hard enough that he knows the purple color it’ll be tomorrow. A yelp escapes his mouth before he moans, as Kagerou swirls his tongue in the spot the way he likes to do. Before Daiji can even protest or do anything else really, Kagerou finds another spot to bite and another and another…he covers him in little love bites in between the bands and lace of the obnoxious angel themed lingerie that Daiji bought just for today.
“God you’re gorgeous….” Kagerou finally pulls back and Daiji can only wonder what he must look like under him. He can feel the flush across his face, the love marks all over his front covering every single expanse of skin not covered by frilly white lace or white leather straps. Slipping his finger under the white and black collar around his neck, Kagerou yanks Daiji’s head up just a little to meet him in a kiss. One that’s all teeth and tongue and Daiji knows it’s that Kagerou loves the way his lips look all bitten and bruised, ruined in a way that Kagerou does best.
Kagerou pulls back and Daiji can’t help but want to tell Kagerou that he’s the one who’s attractive when he looks at him like that, full of lust and need. The half-lidded eyes full of desire, lips almost as bruised as Daiji’s, tongue dragged across it as he looks him over.
“You’ve…still got more to unwrap….” Daiji manages to say after Kagerou takes a moment to appreciate Daiji underneath him. Kagerou laughs at that, moving to undo Daiji’s pants quickly before hooking his thumbs into the waistband, moving and urging Daiji to move so that he can easily shimmy them off of him.
“....Fuck.” Kagerou groans as he sits back a little on Daiji’s thighs so that he can better see the scene in front of him.
Daiji’s erection strains against the thin, white lacy panties. They are see-through, but with how hard and wet Daiji already is, they might as well be. Kagerou can’t help but feel pride at how easily he can rile Daiji up like this. Kagerou drags the pad of his thumb roughly up the outline of Daiji’s dick, swirling in the spot where the head rests. Daiji squirms from underneath him, shamelessly lifting his hips to seek out more pressure. It’s just them, so Daiji doesn’t stop the soft little sound from leaving his lips every time Kagerou touches him. Every single sound is music to his ears. Music that he wants to hear again and again. It’s a shame Daiji isn’t usually this free with himself…Hm.
Leaning over, Kagerou takes Daiji’s phone from the ground, leans back to get the best angle, and takes a picture before Daiji can even react. The half-lidded, flushed look with his bruised lips parted ever so slightly is perfect. Especially with one of his hands laced through his hair and pulling his own hair just a little like Daiji always does when he wants more but doesn’t want to admit it. Especially with Daiji covered in hickies everywhere the frilly white angel outfit doesn’t cover. Especially with how those cute white panties cover absolutely nothing.
“W-wait!” Daiji moves to sit up but before he can protest, Kagerou palms his erection roughly.
“This is just for me.” Kagerou grinds his hand into him. “You’re my whore…my angel…can’t I want you all pretty like this to jack off to later…not that your flustered and annoyed look like this isn’t hot too but…” Pressing the record button, Kagerou shoots him a look. “Show me what a slut you are for me, Angel. Show me how I've corrupted you.”
Corrupted him? Well…That’s not entirely true…..
“Oh my Demon…” Daiji bites his lip, giving him the most flirtatious look he has in him. Is he still nervous? Sure. However…there’s a reason Kagerou came from him. He drags his other hand down his body, purposefully pressing into some of the worst little bruises, letting himself make little moans when he does so, before sliding his hand under his panties. “You’ve not corrupted me. You’ve only set me free…” Wrapping his hand around himself, Daiji strokes himself, slow and firm. He rolls his hips into it as he throws his head back and lets himself tilt his head back. Eyes closed, Daiji moans out Kagerou’s name.
Behind the phone, Kagerou’s expression is everything to him. So often, it’s Kagerou who is the flirt. It’s Kagerou who gets Daiji embarrassed. It’s Kagerou who initiates. However, here? Daiji’s the one who is flirting. Daiji is the one who’s pulling this out of him. Eyes wide, blown with lust. Daiji has Kagerou’s attention completely, as he bites his lip hard. The only thing stopping Kagerou from taking what he wants right now, is the phone in his hand. It’s so nice to see him in this situation for once.
“Kagerou…” Daiji moans again, slipping his hand so that the tip of his dick is just ‘accidentally’ peeking out of the band of the panties. Some of his nerves are starting to get to him the longer that phone is out. He can only hope that he’s doing this right. “Won’t you come and claim me…?”
Kagerou practically throws the phone once he hits the button to stop the recording. “What a shameless slut you are.” Kagerou practically purrs, pleased with himself beyond belief. Sure, Daiji’s always had it in him, but it’s Kagerou who’s pulled some of that out of him. “What would Nii-sama think if he knew this is what he was stalling me for…” Kagerou sits back between Daiji’s legs, hooks his fingers in the band of the panties, and yanks them down roughly. Daiji whines, partially to being embarrassed about Ikki he’s sure and partially due to the band being dragged down and over his erection. It’s cute.
“You think if I invited him, he’d want to come and watch me ruin you…?” Kagerou laughs at Daiji squirms. It’s not as malicious as it used to be. Kagerou has a thing for the eldest Igarashi just as much as Daiji does. If anything, this is just going to add to Daiji’s eventual orgasm. The demon knew exactly how to mess with him. “Or would you be able to let him just watch?” Grabbing one leg, he yanks it up and on to his shoulder, before leaning in and sucking a dark, rough mark in the inside of his thigh. Daiji yelps, whining as Kagerou leaves a series of marks down the inside of his thigh. “...Maybe I’d like to watch him fuck you too….you’re both such try hards. It’d be nice to watch you too fuck your stress out of eachother…”
“God, Kagerou please….” Daiji whines, lifting his hips a little, begging for something other than just this teasing. Daiji would like to pretend that he was a patient person, but he really wasn’t. Especially when Kagerou repeatedly teased him and took every little thing he knew about him and rubbed it in his face, knowing that it was just going to get him even harder. “There’s lube in my pants pocket…..touch me…do something….”
“Oho? Lube?” Kagerou laughs, leaning to fish the lube out of his pocket. “Woah, that much of a desperate slut already? I mention you and Nii-sama going at it and you’re already begging me to fuck you…?” Daiji whines in response to that. It’s more than that. Daiji’s been thinking about this since he bought the stupid lingerie. He’s been thinking about fucking Kagerou since he woke up this morning. It was hard planning this without his other half knowing. Isn’t he allowed to be a little impatient? It’s like Kagerou has taken all the wrapping paper off, opened the box, and has refused to look inside and take what’s for him. “What a desperate slut…” Daiji shoots him a glare, which only has Kagerou’s smirk deepen
“Kagerou-” Daiji tries to sit up a little to get a proper glare, but before he can, Kagerou is suddenly sliding two lubed fingers deep inside of him, taking advantage of his position to thrust in deep at the angle that has Daiji suddenly thoughtless. Daiji bites his lips hard to stop the moan from coming out because sure this was a birthday present, but Kagerou does like a little fight. As if he can sense his resistance, Kagerou laughs, curling his fingers to hit the spot that Daiji shudders before thrusting his fingers a few times, spreading them when they’re at their deepest. There’s only so much resistance Daiji’s even capable of like that.
“Oh, my angel…” Kagerou purrs. “Still Feisty even though you were begging for me before….” It’s so cute that Daiji thinks he actually stands a chance fighting him at all like this. He enjoys that little bit of fight that Daiji attempts. That pissed off expression is priceless when it's accompanied with Daiji practically shaking in need with his whole body flushed already. He slows down his pace and waits for Daiji to open his mouth to complain he’s taking too long. The second he does, Kagerou switches to three fingers fast and hard and suddenly Daiji practically screams, which is music to his ears.
“My Daiji~. Tell me what you want.” Kagerou shifts, taking his other hand and wrapping it around Daiji’s dick, stroking it with the same intensity. That practically breaks the other. Daiji lifts his hips, torn between trying to fuck himself harder on Kagerou’s fingers or press harder into his hand. Both of his hands have gone to his hair, fingers in between the locks of hair that he’s tugging as hard as he can. Biting his lip hard to stop himself from just breaking. It’s perfect.
“Fuck!” Daiji curses when Kagerou changes the angle just a little. Stupid fucking demon. Daiji wants to just give it to him because this celebration is for everything that Kagerou has ever done for him, but Kagerou loves the fight as much as Daiji’s too stubborn to ever actually submit when push comes to shove. He wants desperately for Kagerou to fuck him, but there’s a difference between urging Kagerou to actually properly touch him and asking Kagerou to fuck his brains out so hard that he’ll have trouble walking at work tomorrow. One of them doesn’t get Kagerou’s ego to an insufferable size.
Kagerou stops thrusting entirely, with his fingers pulled out so it’s just a ghost of a feeling. Daiji hisses and tries his best to just do it himself.
“That’s.” Kagerou says, thrust as deep as he physically can't, spreading his fingers as wide as possible with no warning as way to punctuate the word. “Not.” He pulls his fingers out before speaking and does the same thing again. “An” And Again, but twisting his fingers in a way that makes Daiji feel like he’s dying. “Answer!” This time when Kagerou thrusts deep, he squeezes his hand around his dick, his thumb harsh against the tip.
“Just Fuck me already!” Daiji moves both his hands to Kagerou’s hips, digging his nails hard enough to draw blood. He leans up to shoot him the fiercest glare. Kagerou is insufferable. Daiji loves it more than he’ll ever admit. Daiji’s dying with the way that Kagerou is slowly playing with him. He can feel himself reach that high he craves at a horrifically slow pace.
“Alright~” And for a moment, Daiji thinks that he’s actually won quickly for once. Kagerou suddenly starts thrusting his fingers into him as hard and fast as before, his other hand in perfect rhythm around his dick. Daiji knows better. If Kagerou’s not actually fucking him that means that’s going to rip it right away last minute. Cruel.
Just as Daiji’s definitely predicting, Kagerou does stop completely just as he can sense Daiji get particularly close. There was an exact way Daiji tensed his body when he was almost about to cum. That was the exact moment that Kagerou loved to just stop and leave Daiji completely empty. Both hands are completely off of Daiji, leaving him cold and empty just as he’s about to finally get release.
“That’s….” Kagerou unzips his pants, pulling himself out of his underwear. He’s harder than he wants to admit, especially when Daiji practically sits up, face flushed with hormones and rage, ready to practically jump him. After pouring some lube into his hand, he strokes himself a few times, watching the way Daiji looks at him when he realizes what he’s doing. “Not the magic word.” Daiji’s so cute when he’s being edged. He can bitch all he wants, but Daiji’s best orgasms are after he’s been denied it at least once. Especially when Kagerou takes his dear sweet time even getting him there. Daiji’s at his best like that. Kagerou loves every moment of it. “
“Bitch!” Daiji snarls at him, eyes wide and furious. How dare he! Daiji was so close. So close. He leans forward to try to wrap his hands around Kagerou’s hands, managing to press his thumb hard against the slit, rubbing into it a little. Kagerou manages to bite his lips to stop the sound from leaving them, but he’s unable to stop himself from bucking into it. “Don’t fucking-”
“Now, Now…” Kagerou leans forward, taking advantage of how much Daiji’s has leaned towards him to open his hand and wrap his hand around both of them. “I think Nii-sama would be appalled to hear how you don’t have any manners. Are you supposed to be the good part of us?” Daiji opens his mouth to tell Kagerou to probably go fuck himself, but Kagerou won’t let him have that. He strokes the two of them together, suddenly, but not as hard as he did before. After all, Kagerou needed to make sure he stayed in control. Couldn’t get himself too close yet after all. “Think he’d...have to keep your mouth…occupied so you don’t…misbehave….” Kagerou can feel Daiji’s dick twist against him at the thought of that. He can’t help but laugh at how easy the other was.
“What’s the…magic….word, Daiji…? You want it….don’t you…?” Kagerou picks up speed, watching Daiji to keep himself in that position, especially as he’s practically trying to push harder into him. He looks like an absolute wreck and they aren’t even done. How ruined will he be when Kagerou fucks him brutally into the carpet?
“Please! Please!” Daiji’s hands move back into his hair, tugging as hard as he can as he closes his eyes tight and whines. Daiji feels like he’s going to completely lose his mind. It’s not enough. It’s not enough. “Please, fucking ruin me Kagerou!” Shame has been actually thrown out the window. Daiji’s too drunk on adrenaline and the possible end in sight to care how he may look to the other.
“Perfect. You’re so…good for me, Daiji.” Kagerou lets go of Daiji and in fact he pushes him hard backwards. Before Daiji can whine, Kagerou yanks his other leg forward and onto his other shoulder, leans forward, and slides himself completely inside of him. Kagerou makes sure to hold Daiji’s legs just right and lean forward so that Daiji’s erection is pressed hard between them. The rug burn Daiji was going to get from this was going to be horrific. He couldn’t wait.
“Fuck…” Kagerou takes a moment, biting his lip hard as he adjusts to Daiji around him. Daiji’s attempted to arch his back, trying to push himself harder onto him. He must really be a sight with him practically pulling his hair out, eyes barely open rolled back as he lets out a needy moan. Daiji’s lost any sense of shame he has truly. So he tries to thrust himself onto Kagerou with whatever he has, mumbling a series of ‘please, Kagerou, please, you’re so good….I need you…’ That’s if Kagerou can make out his low, quick, desperate mumbling.
“Alright, Alright….” Kagerou grips both sides of Daiji’s hips because who is he to deny Daiji when he’s so cute and desperate like this. Leaning forward and properly fucking Daiji into the carpet, Kagerou practically loses it at the way Daiji screams. He hooks his legs as best he can and tries to fuck himself onto Kagerou as Kagerou thrusts into him hard and rough. Kagerou wishes he could take a picture of the way he looks as he fuck him. Eyes shut tight with the hint of tears. Flushed and drenched in sweat. Mouth parted as he either cursed, moaned, or screamed.
Kagerou tries his best to steady his breathing as he pounds into him, desperate to not cum early and ruin everything. After all, Daiji isn’t nearly desperate enough. There’s so much more that he can break him. It’s his birthday. Doesn’t he deserve a special treat? So the second he feels Daiji’s body tense, Kagerou stops completely again, still completely inside him.
Daiji’s eyes fly wide open, face twisted in what Kagerou would probably dub horny murder. Daiji cannot believe this fucking bitch. His back feels like it's on fire and he was so close, but he’s being denied again? Both of his hands go to Kagerou’s sides and dig their nails into a different spot, trying to pull him closer. Daiji desperately squirms, trying to see if he can fuck himself even just a little, any sort of stimulation to get closer. “You fucking asshole! Twice?! Absolutely fucking not! I’ll fuck you myself! I’m-” Daiji tries to actually use some of his strength to move them, which earns a laugh from Kagerou. Laughing at him? What does he think he won’t try to flip them and reverse their positions and finish inside him? Daiji’s going to-
“You’re so fucking…hot like this…My Daiji. Don’t worry…told Nii-sama I’d….Take care of you” Kagerou pants a little, trying to not let Daiji get the best of him. He’s so close too, but he refuses to lose here. So he moves again, fucking into Daiji mercilessly. This time when Daiji’s body tenses, Kagerou lets him cum violently and messily all over himself and a little on Kagerou.
Of course, Kagerou’s not cum yet, so he doesn’t stop. He slows down a little, trying to pace himself because the only thing as good as Daiji angry and horny from being edged is the whiny Daiji that he gets from overstimulating him. He thrusts into him a little slower but just as hard and builds himself up. Daiji whines, hands back to his hair, eyes closed. Daiji’s practically shaking as Kagerou fuck him, whining a string of practically incoherent words.
“Fuck!” Kagerou curses as he finally cums. “Daiji!” He thrusts a few more times, doing what Daiji always complains about as his victory laps. Kagerou likes overstimulation just as much. He’s shaking, taking in the sight of the absolutely destroyed Daiji underneath him. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Kagerou pulls out, collapsing on top of him, which of course earns a hiss from Daiji.
“Please…my back is…destroyed already.” Daiji wraps an arm over Kagerou, ignoring how sticky and gross both of them are. Kagerou does what Daiji thinks is snuggling into him, but really he should know better. Kagerou is actually moving to grab the phone. Before Daiji can do anything to stop him, Kagerou angles the phone to take a selfie of the two of them flushed and sweaty and exhausted with the hint of the cum that Daiji is covered in just barely visible. Daiji’s fine with the selfie.
What he isn’t fine with is when Kagerou opens up the messaging up to his text messages with Ikki. “Wait-” Daiji yelps, but he’s far too exhausted to grab the phone just out of his reach. Kagerou laughs at him because Daiji can just barely read the text message attached to the picture.
Does this count taking care of Daiji AND letting him take care of me~
-Kagerou
“You’re such an asshole!” Daiji whines as Kagerou tosses the phone out of both of their reach and turns to cuddle into him. That’s something Kagerou’s really only started to do recently and that’s something that has Daiji relaxing a little. He pulls Kagerou a little closer.
“...Glad you’re in my life…” Daiji mumbles, burying his face into Kagerou’s hair.
Kagerou’s quiet for a while because really, he’s embarrassed and he absolutely doesn’t want Daiji to know. Still…it doesn’t sit right with him to let Daiji have the last word, so he thinks of the best way to say it in his head and just…
“...Glad to have you in mine too.” Kagerou lets himself have this for once and the way that Daiji holds him closer…it makes it worth it.