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Backdated log, Complete [Part 1/2]
When: Oct. 28th/29th
Rating: NC-17 (Sex, yay?)
Characters: Shirou Kamui [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fateisabitch] and Agatsuma Soubi [lying_obedience]
Summary: Soubi “gives in” to Kamui’s request. Follows after this thread.
Note: Kamui-mun and I so totally win for finally finishing something. Yay! Split into two parts since it was kind of long. ♥
Log:
Kamui… was feeling rather nervous at this point. He'd never… been the one to initiate sex, and yet, here he was, waiting for Soubi so that they could…
Oh god, and his face was turning blood red again. He had started this; he had asked for this. It was… a change. All his previous sexual experiences had either involved him in an oddly submissive state (either so depressed he wasn't able to say "no", or so guilty that he'd do whatever the other wished), or being drugged to the point of not remembering anything. All of it had been of questionable consensuality.
This, though… this was all him, and he… he was embarrassingly excited, flitting around his apartment tidying up, trying to keep his mind off what was surely about to happen.
--
He was not in the mood for this.
Needless to say, Soubi had asked for it, goading Kamui, some faux pretense at protecting him within the combination of contempt and guilt and burning jealousy building at the thought of such a presence here. Oh, and why now?
Still, he thought about it, watching as it ate him alive inside even as he jammed the key into the boy’s door, edgy, mouth tasting of smoke from the three cigarettes he’d practically inhaled on his way to the apartment. Quietly, he slid inside, shutting the door and scanning the room. It was as familiar as it had been the night of Fuuma’s party, having escorted the other there. But upon noticing Kamui, slightly occupied at cleaning something, Soubi’s resolution snapped, everything forgotten. His emotions, chaotic and turning, bled through, and he went to the boy, touching his shoulder, his hair to gather his attention.
And even in that moment, as lips sought lips, almost desperate, his confusion bled through. Just what was he doing? Yet, it didn’t matter, and his kiss turned less than soft.
--
Whoa. Kamui squeaked at the intense kiss, surprised. He hadn't... expected things to go THIS fast. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe this was a bad idea? He... he did want it; he wanted this for sure, but... what if Soubi didn't? Not really.
Maybe it was best not think on this? Best to just try to kiss back shyly to reassure the other, if he WAS having second thoughts. Still... he didn't want to force this on him...
--
The hesitation in the response to his advance slowed Soubi’s determination to kiss the other completely senseless, carefully retreating with a soft nip to a bottom lip and watching eyes he would know to be watching him. And he resumed that calm look, remembering and taking care to ignore the troublesome thoughts wandering through his mind in order to reassure Kamui. The boy was so inexperienced; surely he had not done this. Or something so similar to consensual.
“Kamui,” he managed, with ever a small smile, lifting his hand to brush at his cheek. So soft, undeniably cute. Like Ritsuka. “Did I scare you?”
And he teased with just as much whim as usual, thumbing the corner of Kamui’s mouth, almost in silent apology.
--
Kamui calmed a little, taking a deep breath and smiling a little. "Y-yeah. Kinda." Now a blush crept on his face, his eyes turning away a little. "But I'm okay now. Just... um..." the blush deepened, and he chewed on his lower lip, it getting plumper with the attention, "are you sure... this is okay with you? I don't want to force you..." Just as he had been forced was the implied sentiment there. He wasn't like that; he wasn't like Fuuma.
Even though as of late, those spells had been making him more like that. Perhaps... if he came to care about Soubi or someone, he could stop those? As long as he had something to protect...
--
A suitable laugh escaped him at Kamui’s words, arms sliding around the boy in a more comfortable gesture despite the fact he was still a little unnerved himself, and he leaned in, mentally reminding himself exactly why he was there. At Kamui’s request…and perhaps a little of his own, too. If he wanted to think of such things.
“It’s fine,” he reassured, breath warm even as he nuzzled gently at the outline of the boy’s ear, wondering at the lucidity of the situation, how he was to remain detached while giving such an intimate part of himself to someone else. Ritsuka would be displeased, angry. Jealous? But Soubi would never utter a word of this, benefits his own.
A soft kiss brushed Kamui’s lobe.
“Still interested?” To be sure, the question was murmured softly, as gently as the fingers teasing at the collar of the youth’s shirt. Because once it began, he wouldn’t stop. Too intent and concentrated to pull himself away.
--
Kamui shivered as he felt the soft kiss to his ear, letting out a little whimper with what the teasing fingers were possibly implying. "I... I..." Yeah, he definitely wanted this. Soubi was attractive, and kind, and just not like Fuuma, but... but...
He slipped his hand upwards, touching the other's cheek lightly, shyly, "I am, but only... If you want to."
--
A smirk formed against the other’s ear as he drew him even closer, though his feet moved to take a step back. Kamui agreed, so the pretense of thinking could stop in the amount of time it took for him to do this. This…
Calculating, after a moment, Soubi withdrew himself from the self-initiated embrace, taking Kamui by the hand and pulling him along as though guiding a child. And in some altered sense, he was doing just that. Kamui’s naïve demeanor and adorable expressions, the innocence. He was a beginner, Soubi simply following the game of teacher and student.
“The bedroom?” he asked quietly over his shoulder, squeezing that hand in his own in reassurance as he waited for the correct direction. Of course he’d come prepared, having acquired everything in the seconds between smoking one cigarette after another. The first time was never perfect, but Soubi would see to as much precision as he could.
--
"The bedroom..." Kamui echoed, in a bit of a daze. "O-oh! End of the hall." His blush deepened immensely, feeling shy at the fact that he'd asked for this, and that it was happening. At least Soubi was being nice about it, and... seemed to know what the hell he was doing. The teenager certainly didn't have the experience to know what to do and do it well. Once again, there was another way he differed from Fuuma.
Oh well. All he needed was to be properly taught. On his own terms, this time.
--
Little time was wasted between Kamui’s instruction and pushing into the aforementioned room, Soubi’s eyes making quick work of the layout even as he dropped the boy’s hand and slid himself free of his jacket, placing it close to the bed so as to withdraw the contents of its pockets later without hassle. And able to feel the other watching him, wondering if he was yet to experience the nerves Soubi knew would exist, he returned to Kamui’s personal space, instantly invading it and gently wrapping him in a warm embrace. Fingers traced over mouth and cheek, the prominent feel of Kamui’s nose to trace eyebrows.
The artist in him wanted to paint, but whatever was left of such a skill would never hold this inlaid beauty of one so perfect.
Thus, Soubi sighed, remembering his glasses and pulling them from his face with his opposite hand before leaning in to initiate another kiss, as exploring as their first had been. The taste familiar, the texture just as smooth. And then his tongue fell into line, mimicking the actions of his fingers in order to explore, between lips and over teeth. There were to be no qualms about this, simply he and Kamui and nothing else. Ritsuka would be remembered later, Seimei just as quickly. Why afford the slip when he could barely manage to stay afloat with so much pushing him into the water already?
And carefully, silently, Soubi urged Kamui to participate.
--
Soubi certainly seemed to want this, even if Kamui was unsure of that. At least he was being an eager participant, and... Kamui would just have to catch up. He had to press down the nervous fluttering in his stomach and give what he could too. It wouldn't be right, otherwise.
And so he tried: kissing back as best he could, hands slowly coming upwards, smoothing over Soubi's chest and up even more, arms wrapping around his neck carefully. The man was so... warm; yet another comfort for the shorter one, and for a split second Kamui felt upset that it could have possibly been that other guy instead of himself in this position. The feeling didn't last long, though: Soubi was entirely too distracting.
--
He couldn’t help himself, laughing lightly into the kiss even as he pulled his mouth away to trail along the underside of Kamui’s chin, down the smooth curve of his throat as the hand holding his glasses guided the other’s head back. Teeth nipped, tongue soothing whatever it touched. He enjoyed the feel of semi-searching hands along the contour of his chest, arching almost unnoticeable into them to encourage.
Lead and be led. It was the way of this game.
And when his mouth reached the barrier of Kamui’s shirt, he tongued at the flesh beneath it before pulling away, a smile gracing his features. He took a step back, placing space between them even as he tilted his head to the side, giving a painter’s examination of the boy before. Lush, so pretty and cute. Soubi nodded once, gently and offered his hand.
“Your shirt,” he murmured quietly in suggestion, meaning for the boy to lose it. “Then the bed.” And it was odd for him to be giving such orders, so used to taking them and executing it all to the best of his ability. But it wasn’t crass or harsh or demanding. Just a soft murmur of words, and he watched with intent eyes.
--
It took a second or two for Kamui to figure out what Soubi was asking for, but when he finally got, it, he just felt stupid, nibbling on his bottom lip a little sheepishly. Duh, Kamui, duh. "Ah... okay." He grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, slowly pulling upwards, all nerves as he felt the other's eyes on him. Fuuma hadn't looked at him when they'd done things; not like this, anyway.
Once the shirt was discarded, he lowered himself down on his barely used bed, laying and scooting into a comfortable position. He arched slightly as he shifted a little more, looking to the other with a pink face, lips wet as he shyly licked them out of nervous habit.
--
It was almost as if Kamui was asking to be devoured, those eyes of his large with partial uncertainty and the way he licked at his lips. The blush on Kamui’s face briefly reminded Soubi of Ritsuka, how the other boy would flush when embarrassed, if he managed to steal a kiss or had said something “out of line”. And perhaps it was what brought his attention back to those momentary thoughts before he shook his head, deposited his glasses on the nearby nightstand beside the bed, and advanced.
Not now, ignore it. Leave it alone.
His knee dipped the mattress, somewhat jarring Kamui’s sprawled out state but otherwise giving Soubi opportunity to work, the smallest of smiles lighting his face. Pale eyes examined the slender frame, how ghostly his skin seemed, too delicate to be marred by a touch such as his, but it didn’t matter. Kamui wanted this, another order added to dominating this youth, and Soubi had been bred for such a thing. Even if he topped, he still lost, and nothing could change that.
“So cute,” he whispered softly, lengthy hair falling to hide his face even as he reached out with a hand, sliding it across Kamui’s abdomen, feeling the contraction of muscle and thinking it superbly surreal. Fingertips caressed ribs, stopping for a moment to slip a little higher and tease a nipple, and Soubi chuckled to himself before drawing away and moving to straddle the other.
Start to finish. He almost wished it was over already, but Kamui deserved whatever Soubi could give, even if that was nothing more than an ounce of knowledge.
--
This... this was really happening now, wasn't it? The hand sliding over his body, making him shiver, squirm, and whimper, just confirming as such. It felt good to him, both the touches and the way the other straddled him, his own eyes roaming over the other. Wanting this man... it really was a bit of an embarrassing thing, when he thought of it, but now was not the time. Now was the time to play and forget everything else.
Like how Subaru was going to be very pissed off when he found out about this. Oh well.
"Soubi..." the boy gasped, his hands softly, curiously roaming the other's stomach a little, under his shirt and feeling the muscle. He really was curious, actually: he hadn't dared touch Fuuma like this.
--
His weight wasn’t restricting much of Kamui’s movements, knowing easily how to restrain himself from inflicting too much pressure on such a smaller body, and Soubi murmured softly in encouragement, liking the feel of slightly cool hands across his flesh, touching. Perhaps slightly euphoric as he hadn’t known such a thing in quite some time, but he wasn’t going to forbid the boy from learning something other than the shy demeanor he presented so much of the time.
Leaning back, ever so slightly, Soubi tilted his head and peeled his shirt from his torso, dropping it lightly to the floor before pressing even further forward. Inevitable, Kamui’s hand remained trapped between them, warm skin pressed to warm skin within a moment, and Soubi shadowed the other’s face with his own as well as his hair, hearing the quiet sounds he made, wondering if he was to be so kind as to vocalize everything just as loudly further down the road. It brought a smile, if ever a tiny one, and he laughed quietly.
“Kamui,” he repeated, partially mocking, and he returned for another kiss, liking the taste of that mouth, why it was Ritsuka but wasn’t all in one breath. To take everything and only partially give in return. So greedy, jealous, and they had yet to break a sweat.
--
Kamui kissed back more openly this time, pulling his hand from between them both to slide it down Soubi's back, his other joining it. The touches were very exploratory, really; Kamui feeling brave and comfortable enough to try things he couldn't do with Fuuma. He wanted... to learn what pleased Soubi, or what would please an older, larger man in general. He wanted to become a good lover, even though he wasn't legally old enough to be as such for most of the men he seemed to be attracted to.
The thought of what could possibly be entailed by such learning sent a hot-cold shiver through Kamui's veins, his body arching a little to press against and soak in the other's warmth. The anticipation was already starting to get to him. Of course, the skin-on-skin contact was certainly nice too; thrilling, even, knowing that for the first time, he was emotionally all-there to want and enjoy it.
--
It was almost instinctive for Soubi to bristle at the feel of Kamui’s hands on his back, a natural reaction he couldn’t help with the distant snap of Ritsu-sensei’s whip ringing in his ears, but he forced himself to relax, sliding his tongue deeper into the boy’s mouth, coaxing at the heat there. Soubi almost felt playful in that moment, fingers exploring his skin and drawing the lightest of shudders from him. Respond to stimuli accordingly; he could not forget he was here to pleasure Kamui and erase whatever doubts had been instilled in him.
Odd, how he cared, but could have easily ignored it all.
He made a sound against Kamui’s mouth, perhaps an empty suggestion, but his own body shifted, drawing up a little to slip those expert fingers down along a naked torso and lower. Groping a thigh, squeezing just a little roughly, wondering at the other’s reactions, he slid his hand over Kamui’s groin. A feathery touch at first, light. And then a little harder at the feel of the other’s excitement, the beginning of an erection.
A quiet laugh escaped him as he pressed firmly upwards.
--
"Ah~" the teenage boy gasped against the other's mouth, huffing a breath as he felt that hand touch him like that. It felt... really good, and all he could seem to do was arch up into it a little, trying to rub himself against that hand. It was... a natural reaction, and the boy obviously lacked the control to repress it. Actually, Kamui pretty much sucked at repressing anything, and it showed. What you saw was what you got with him.
It was something that often got him into trouble, really.
--
Working on instinct as well as experience, Soubi’s fingers played with the way Kamui rocked against his palm, obviously eager and more than willing to work towards his own pleasure. And it was another laugh that left him as he suctioned his mouth to the other’s lips while his hand continued to push, eventually kneading at the stiffening pressure between the boy’s thighs. Soubi recognized the rush of his own exhilaration, losing himself for a solitary moment in which he pressed himself against Kamui so he could feel the mutuality of the act.
Then, he mentally chastised himself for such a lack in control, knowing the orders and thinking to be punished for breaking them later.
But his fingers ignored his own whims as they made quick work of Kamui’s pants, loosening them enough to allow digits to slip inside for a more personal feel, the heat much more confirming and realistic. Eyes open as he kissed the boy, Soubi watched the color of his cheeks change, a beautiful and lush pink. And as he slid his lips from the youth’s mouth and along his jaw to suck gently at the flesh, his fingers stroked whatever they could feel, intent on pleasing.
--
"Ah~ God~" Kamui moaned out softly, eyes now squeezed shut and his face a lovely flush. To be touched in such a way... he remembered Fuuma did this too, but... somehow, Kamui felt he had more control in this. It made things better. He could squirm and arch into it, not feeling the least bit afraid of some sort of punishment. Soubi wouldn't really hurt him; not like Fuuma.
There was one thing, though: the violet-eyed boy felt rather guilty that he was sucking up all the pleasure, not returning it. But he didn't really know how... "S-Soubi... what... about... you...?"
--
A soft hum left his throat even as he continued his ministrations upon Kamui’s jaw, tilting his head a little to the side to press his lips to the soft flesh of the boy’s neck. He murmured under his breath, not particularly caring as to the heated throb against the material of his jeans, and Soubi straddled the youth a little less firmly, sliding to rest some of his weight on slender thighs as his hand delved beneath the remaining cloth between them, fingers wrapping gently around the shape of Kamui’s shaft.
A squeeze, a shift of his palm…
“Don’t worry,” he managed against the moist skin he continued to kiss at, loving all the changes in Kamui’s facial expressions, the whimpers and moaning that instigated some distant memory he couldn’t quite grasp at. And slowly, almost without mercy, he began to jerk Kamui off, wondering at the crudeness. How something so base could produce such a beautiful ending.
--
"Ohh~" he shivered hard as he began to swim in sensations; having someone else jerk him off being entirely different than doing it himself. It was even different than the time Fuuma did it: Fuuma having been more rough at times, and painfully teasing at others. It had been... a game for him; nothing more.
This wasn't a game, though. Kamui had started this, and Soubi seemed intent on giving him what he wanted. Soubi seemed to only want to make him feel good. And feel good he did; his brows creasing as he bit his lip, trying not to be too loud. Fuuma did live right next door, after all, and... it'd be embarrassing. Still, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep to just little whimpers and moans, having to open his mouth to start panting lightly as the other's hand worked him skillfully.
--
Well in to the motion of his hand sliding along unfamiliar but recognizable flesh, there was little to the older man’s dimension, nothing outside this but Kamui and the quiet noises he was making, determined to draw everything out that he could. It didn’t matter who was listening, not here because Ritsuka’s innocent ears would know nothing of it. The twisted beauty of empty morals and a naked, wanton Kamui before him, beneath him.
Soubi breathed through his mouth the moment he pulled away.
“Kamui,” he murmured, fingers still playing at hardened flesh, thumb tracing over the head of the boy’s arousal even as he watched his face. Flushed skin. And Soubi’s breath was still semi-even, only the slightest gasp giving away his current state of partial unease. “What do you want?”
He knew what he asked, a direction, something to ground himself to, and waiting for the command, Soubi teased him, hoping to extract more of those pretty sounds.
--
"Ah~" With effort, Kamui managed to open his eyes, looking a little confused. What did he want? He... didn't know. He wasn't experienced enough to know, and all he really cared about at the moment was reaching climax. "I... I don't care..." he whimpered finally, hips bucking as he squirmed. "I just want to c..." his blush managed to deepen at what he almost said; what he almost admitted to needing.
Sure, it was a natural thing; the expected thing to happen in this situation, but... it seemed as though so many expected him to be somehow innocent as the Ten no Ryuu's Kamui. He wasn't supposed to want and enjoy this, right? But he was human, damn it.
--
At the almost confessed words, Soubi lifted his fingers away from the other, carefully drawing them to his mouth to lick, eyes leveled with Kamui’s to make sure he watched. It was something different to be so active and teasing like this, wondering if the boy would lash out in reprimand for it. But when nothing came, Soubi eventually pulling himself away completely, rolling off him and onto the extra space of the mattress to retrieve his jacket.
A condom and its accompanying tube of lubricant fell against the comforter a moment later, Soubi’s expression relatively neutral. More foreplay was necessary, he knew, but Kamui didn’t want that. Besides, this was such an easy alternative to work with anyway.
“Your clothes,” he murmured, almost self-consciously fingering the bandages still around his throat, probably standing out against his skin. The scars beneath were nothing for the intimate moment, hoping Kamui’s interest would not be drawn to them as it hadn’t been previously. Soubi wasn’t ashamed of them, at least on some level. Now just wasn’t the time or place for anything remotely regarding his Fighter status. Absently, he thumbed the button of his jeans, stretching out a little, wondering whether or not the boy was going to comply or have him finish what remained just as quickly as everything else.
Somehow, it amused him, and he smiled.
Rating: NC-17 (Sex, yay?)
Characters: Shirou Kamui [
fateisabitch] and Agatsuma Soubi [lying_obedience]Summary: Soubi “gives in” to Kamui’s request. Follows after this thread.
Note: Kamui-mun and I so totally win for finally finishing something. Yay! Split into two parts since it was kind of long. ♥
Log:
Kamui… was feeling rather nervous at this point. He'd never… been the one to initiate sex, and yet, here he was, waiting for Soubi so that they could…
Oh god, and his face was turning blood red again. He had started this; he had asked for this. It was… a change. All his previous sexual experiences had either involved him in an oddly submissive state (either so depressed he wasn't able to say "no", or so guilty that he'd do whatever the other wished), or being drugged to the point of not remembering anything. All of it had been of questionable consensuality.
This, though… this was all him, and he… he was embarrassingly excited, flitting around his apartment tidying up, trying to keep his mind off what was surely about to happen.
He was not in the mood for this.
Needless to say, Soubi had asked for it, goading Kamui, some faux pretense at protecting him within the combination of contempt and guilt and burning jealousy building at the thought of such a presence here. Oh, and why now?
Still, he thought about it, watching as it ate him alive inside even as he jammed the key into the boy’s door, edgy, mouth tasting of smoke from the three cigarettes he’d practically inhaled on his way to the apartment. Quietly, he slid inside, shutting the door and scanning the room. It was as familiar as it had been the night of Fuuma’s party, having escorted the other there. But upon noticing Kamui, slightly occupied at cleaning something, Soubi’s resolution snapped, everything forgotten. His emotions, chaotic and turning, bled through, and he went to the boy, touching his shoulder, his hair to gather his attention.
And even in that moment, as lips sought lips, almost desperate, his confusion bled through. Just what was he doing? Yet, it didn’t matter, and his kiss turned less than soft.
Whoa. Kamui squeaked at the intense kiss, surprised. He hadn't... expected things to go THIS fast. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe this was a bad idea? He... he did want it; he wanted this for sure, but... what if Soubi didn't? Not really.
Maybe it was best not think on this? Best to just try to kiss back shyly to reassure the other, if he WAS having second thoughts. Still... he didn't want to force this on him...
The hesitation in the response to his advance slowed Soubi’s determination to kiss the other completely senseless, carefully retreating with a soft nip to a bottom lip and watching eyes he would know to be watching him. And he resumed that calm look, remembering and taking care to ignore the troublesome thoughts wandering through his mind in order to reassure Kamui. The boy was so inexperienced; surely he had not done this. Or something so similar to consensual.
“Kamui,” he managed, with ever a small smile, lifting his hand to brush at his cheek. So soft, undeniably cute. Like Ritsuka. “Did I scare you?”
And he teased with just as much whim as usual, thumbing the corner of Kamui’s mouth, almost in silent apology.
Kamui calmed a little, taking a deep breath and smiling a little. "Y-yeah. Kinda." Now a blush crept on his face, his eyes turning away a little. "But I'm okay now. Just... um..." the blush deepened, and he chewed on his lower lip, it getting plumper with the attention, "are you sure... this is okay with you? I don't want to force you..." Just as he had been forced was the implied sentiment there. He wasn't like that; he wasn't like Fuuma.
Even though as of late, those spells had been making him more like that. Perhaps... if he came to care about Soubi or someone, he could stop those? As long as he had something to protect...
A suitable laugh escaped him at Kamui’s words, arms sliding around the boy in a more comfortable gesture despite the fact he was still a little unnerved himself, and he leaned in, mentally reminding himself exactly why he was there. At Kamui’s request…and perhaps a little of his own, too. If he wanted to think of such things.
“It’s fine,” he reassured, breath warm even as he nuzzled gently at the outline of the boy’s ear, wondering at the lucidity of the situation, how he was to remain detached while giving such an intimate part of himself to someone else. Ritsuka would be displeased, angry. Jealous? But Soubi would never utter a word of this, benefits his own.
A soft kiss brushed Kamui’s lobe.
“Still interested?” To be sure, the question was murmured softly, as gently as the fingers teasing at the collar of the youth’s shirt. Because once it began, he wouldn’t stop. Too intent and concentrated to pull himself away.
Kamui shivered as he felt the soft kiss to his ear, letting out a little whimper with what the teasing fingers were possibly implying. "I... I..." Yeah, he definitely wanted this. Soubi was attractive, and kind, and just not like Fuuma, but... but...
He slipped his hand upwards, touching the other's cheek lightly, shyly, "I am, but only... If you want to."
A smirk formed against the other’s ear as he drew him even closer, though his feet moved to take a step back. Kamui agreed, so the pretense of thinking could stop in the amount of time it took for him to do this. This…
Calculating, after a moment, Soubi withdrew himself from the self-initiated embrace, taking Kamui by the hand and pulling him along as though guiding a child. And in some altered sense, he was doing just that. Kamui’s naïve demeanor and adorable expressions, the innocence. He was a beginner, Soubi simply following the game of teacher and student.
“The bedroom?” he asked quietly over his shoulder, squeezing that hand in his own in reassurance as he waited for the correct direction. Of course he’d come prepared, having acquired everything in the seconds between smoking one cigarette after another. The first time was never perfect, but Soubi would see to as much precision as he could.
"The bedroom..." Kamui echoed, in a bit of a daze. "O-oh! End of the hall." His blush deepened immensely, feeling shy at the fact that he'd asked for this, and that it was happening. At least Soubi was being nice about it, and... seemed to know what the hell he was doing. The teenager certainly didn't have the experience to know what to do and do it well. Once again, there was another way he differed from Fuuma.
Oh well. All he needed was to be properly taught. On his own terms, this time.
Little time was wasted between Kamui’s instruction and pushing into the aforementioned room, Soubi’s eyes making quick work of the layout even as he dropped the boy’s hand and slid himself free of his jacket, placing it close to the bed so as to withdraw the contents of its pockets later without hassle. And able to feel the other watching him, wondering if he was yet to experience the nerves Soubi knew would exist, he returned to Kamui’s personal space, instantly invading it and gently wrapping him in a warm embrace. Fingers traced over mouth and cheek, the prominent feel of Kamui’s nose to trace eyebrows.
The artist in him wanted to paint, but whatever was left of such a skill would never hold this inlaid beauty of one so perfect.
Thus, Soubi sighed, remembering his glasses and pulling them from his face with his opposite hand before leaning in to initiate another kiss, as exploring as their first had been. The taste familiar, the texture just as smooth. And then his tongue fell into line, mimicking the actions of his fingers in order to explore, between lips and over teeth. There were to be no qualms about this, simply he and Kamui and nothing else. Ritsuka would be remembered later, Seimei just as quickly. Why afford the slip when he could barely manage to stay afloat with so much pushing him into the water already?
And carefully, silently, Soubi urged Kamui to participate.
Soubi certainly seemed to want this, even if Kamui was unsure of that. At least he was being an eager participant, and... Kamui would just have to catch up. He had to press down the nervous fluttering in his stomach and give what he could too. It wouldn't be right, otherwise.
And so he tried: kissing back as best he could, hands slowly coming upwards, smoothing over Soubi's chest and up even more, arms wrapping around his neck carefully. The man was so... warm; yet another comfort for the shorter one, and for a split second Kamui felt upset that it could have possibly been that other guy instead of himself in this position. The feeling didn't last long, though: Soubi was entirely too distracting.
He couldn’t help himself, laughing lightly into the kiss even as he pulled his mouth away to trail along the underside of Kamui’s chin, down the smooth curve of his throat as the hand holding his glasses guided the other’s head back. Teeth nipped, tongue soothing whatever it touched. He enjoyed the feel of semi-searching hands along the contour of his chest, arching almost unnoticeable into them to encourage.
Lead and be led. It was the way of this game.
And when his mouth reached the barrier of Kamui’s shirt, he tongued at the flesh beneath it before pulling away, a smile gracing his features. He took a step back, placing space between them even as he tilted his head to the side, giving a painter’s examination of the boy before. Lush, so pretty and cute. Soubi nodded once, gently and offered his hand.
“Your shirt,” he murmured quietly in suggestion, meaning for the boy to lose it. “Then the bed.” And it was odd for him to be giving such orders, so used to taking them and executing it all to the best of his ability. But it wasn’t crass or harsh or demanding. Just a soft murmur of words, and he watched with intent eyes.
It took a second or two for Kamui to figure out what Soubi was asking for, but when he finally got, it, he just felt stupid, nibbling on his bottom lip a little sheepishly. Duh, Kamui, duh. "Ah... okay." He grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, slowly pulling upwards, all nerves as he felt the other's eyes on him. Fuuma hadn't looked at him when they'd done things; not like this, anyway.
Once the shirt was discarded, he lowered himself down on his barely used bed, laying and scooting into a comfortable position. He arched slightly as he shifted a little more, looking to the other with a pink face, lips wet as he shyly licked them out of nervous habit.
It was almost as if Kamui was asking to be devoured, those eyes of his large with partial uncertainty and the way he licked at his lips. The blush on Kamui’s face briefly reminded Soubi of Ritsuka, how the other boy would flush when embarrassed, if he managed to steal a kiss or had said something “out of line”. And perhaps it was what brought his attention back to those momentary thoughts before he shook his head, deposited his glasses on the nearby nightstand beside the bed, and advanced.
Not now, ignore it. Leave it alone.
His knee dipped the mattress, somewhat jarring Kamui’s sprawled out state but otherwise giving Soubi opportunity to work, the smallest of smiles lighting his face. Pale eyes examined the slender frame, how ghostly his skin seemed, too delicate to be marred by a touch such as his, but it didn’t matter. Kamui wanted this, another order added to dominating this youth, and Soubi had been bred for such a thing. Even if he topped, he still lost, and nothing could change that.
“So cute,” he whispered softly, lengthy hair falling to hide his face even as he reached out with a hand, sliding it across Kamui’s abdomen, feeling the contraction of muscle and thinking it superbly surreal. Fingertips caressed ribs, stopping for a moment to slip a little higher and tease a nipple, and Soubi chuckled to himself before drawing away and moving to straddle the other.
Start to finish. He almost wished it was over already, but Kamui deserved whatever Soubi could give, even if that was nothing more than an ounce of knowledge.
This... this was really happening now, wasn't it? The hand sliding over his body, making him shiver, squirm, and whimper, just confirming as such. It felt good to him, both the touches and the way the other straddled him, his own eyes roaming over the other. Wanting this man... it really was a bit of an embarrassing thing, when he thought of it, but now was not the time. Now was the time to play and forget everything else.
Like how Subaru was going to be very pissed off when he found out about this. Oh well.
"Soubi..." the boy gasped, his hands softly, curiously roaming the other's stomach a little, under his shirt and feeling the muscle. He really was curious, actually: he hadn't dared touch Fuuma like this.
His weight wasn’t restricting much of Kamui’s movements, knowing easily how to restrain himself from inflicting too much pressure on such a smaller body, and Soubi murmured softly in encouragement, liking the feel of slightly cool hands across his flesh, touching. Perhaps slightly euphoric as he hadn’t known such a thing in quite some time, but he wasn’t going to forbid the boy from learning something other than the shy demeanor he presented so much of the time.
Leaning back, ever so slightly, Soubi tilted his head and peeled his shirt from his torso, dropping it lightly to the floor before pressing even further forward. Inevitable, Kamui’s hand remained trapped between them, warm skin pressed to warm skin within a moment, and Soubi shadowed the other’s face with his own as well as his hair, hearing the quiet sounds he made, wondering if he was to be so kind as to vocalize everything just as loudly further down the road. It brought a smile, if ever a tiny one, and he laughed quietly.
“Kamui,” he repeated, partially mocking, and he returned for another kiss, liking the taste of that mouth, why it was Ritsuka but wasn’t all in one breath. To take everything and only partially give in return. So greedy, jealous, and they had yet to break a sweat.
Kamui kissed back more openly this time, pulling his hand from between them both to slide it down Soubi's back, his other joining it. The touches were very exploratory, really; Kamui feeling brave and comfortable enough to try things he couldn't do with Fuuma. He wanted... to learn what pleased Soubi, or what would please an older, larger man in general. He wanted to become a good lover, even though he wasn't legally old enough to be as such for most of the men he seemed to be attracted to.
The thought of what could possibly be entailed by such learning sent a hot-cold shiver through Kamui's veins, his body arching a little to press against and soak in the other's warmth. The anticipation was already starting to get to him. Of course, the skin-on-skin contact was certainly nice too; thrilling, even, knowing that for the first time, he was emotionally all-there to want and enjoy it.
It was almost instinctive for Soubi to bristle at the feel of Kamui’s hands on his back, a natural reaction he couldn’t help with the distant snap of Ritsu-sensei’s whip ringing in his ears, but he forced himself to relax, sliding his tongue deeper into the boy’s mouth, coaxing at the heat there. Soubi almost felt playful in that moment, fingers exploring his skin and drawing the lightest of shudders from him. Respond to stimuli accordingly; he could not forget he was here to pleasure Kamui and erase whatever doubts had been instilled in him.
Odd, how he cared, but could have easily ignored it all.
He made a sound against Kamui’s mouth, perhaps an empty suggestion, but his own body shifted, drawing up a little to slip those expert fingers down along a naked torso and lower. Groping a thigh, squeezing just a little roughly, wondering at the other’s reactions, he slid his hand over Kamui’s groin. A feathery touch at first, light. And then a little harder at the feel of the other’s excitement, the beginning of an erection.
A quiet laugh escaped him as he pressed firmly upwards.
"Ah~" the teenage boy gasped against the other's mouth, huffing a breath as he felt that hand touch him like that. It felt... really good, and all he could seem to do was arch up into it a little, trying to rub himself against that hand. It was... a natural reaction, and the boy obviously lacked the control to repress it. Actually, Kamui pretty much sucked at repressing anything, and it showed. What you saw was what you got with him.
It was something that often got him into trouble, really.
Working on instinct as well as experience, Soubi’s fingers played with the way Kamui rocked against his palm, obviously eager and more than willing to work towards his own pleasure. And it was another laugh that left him as he suctioned his mouth to the other’s lips while his hand continued to push, eventually kneading at the stiffening pressure between the boy’s thighs. Soubi recognized the rush of his own exhilaration, losing himself for a solitary moment in which he pressed himself against Kamui so he could feel the mutuality of the act.
Then, he mentally chastised himself for such a lack in control, knowing the orders and thinking to be punished for breaking them later.
But his fingers ignored his own whims as they made quick work of Kamui’s pants, loosening them enough to allow digits to slip inside for a more personal feel, the heat much more confirming and realistic. Eyes open as he kissed the boy, Soubi watched the color of his cheeks change, a beautiful and lush pink. And as he slid his lips from the youth’s mouth and along his jaw to suck gently at the flesh, his fingers stroked whatever they could feel, intent on pleasing.
"Ah~ God~" Kamui moaned out softly, eyes now squeezed shut and his face a lovely flush. To be touched in such a way... he remembered Fuuma did this too, but... somehow, Kamui felt he had more control in this. It made things better. He could squirm and arch into it, not feeling the least bit afraid of some sort of punishment. Soubi wouldn't really hurt him; not like Fuuma.
There was one thing, though: the violet-eyed boy felt rather guilty that he was sucking up all the pleasure, not returning it. But he didn't really know how... "S-Soubi... what... about... you...?"
A soft hum left his throat even as he continued his ministrations upon Kamui’s jaw, tilting his head a little to the side to press his lips to the soft flesh of the boy’s neck. He murmured under his breath, not particularly caring as to the heated throb against the material of his jeans, and Soubi straddled the youth a little less firmly, sliding to rest some of his weight on slender thighs as his hand delved beneath the remaining cloth between them, fingers wrapping gently around the shape of Kamui’s shaft.
A squeeze, a shift of his palm…
“Don’t worry,” he managed against the moist skin he continued to kiss at, loving all the changes in Kamui’s facial expressions, the whimpers and moaning that instigated some distant memory he couldn’t quite grasp at. And slowly, almost without mercy, he began to jerk Kamui off, wondering at the crudeness. How something so base could produce such a beautiful ending.
"Ohh~" he shivered hard as he began to swim in sensations; having someone else jerk him off being entirely different than doing it himself. It was even different than the time Fuuma did it: Fuuma having been more rough at times, and painfully teasing at others. It had been... a game for him; nothing more.
This wasn't a game, though. Kamui had started this, and Soubi seemed intent on giving him what he wanted. Soubi seemed to only want to make him feel good. And feel good he did; his brows creasing as he bit his lip, trying not to be too loud. Fuuma did live right next door, after all, and... it'd be embarrassing. Still, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep to just little whimpers and moans, having to open his mouth to start panting lightly as the other's hand worked him skillfully.
Well in to the motion of his hand sliding along unfamiliar but recognizable flesh, there was little to the older man’s dimension, nothing outside this but Kamui and the quiet noises he was making, determined to draw everything out that he could. It didn’t matter who was listening, not here because Ritsuka’s innocent ears would know nothing of it. The twisted beauty of empty morals and a naked, wanton Kamui before him, beneath him.
Soubi breathed through his mouth the moment he pulled away.
“Kamui,” he murmured, fingers still playing at hardened flesh, thumb tracing over the head of the boy’s arousal even as he watched his face. Flushed skin. And Soubi’s breath was still semi-even, only the slightest gasp giving away his current state of partial unease. “What do you want?”
He knew what he asked, a direction, something to ground himself to, and waiting for the command, Soubi teased him, hoping to extract more of those pretty sounds.
"Ah~" With effort, Kamui managed to open his eyes, looking a little confused. What did he want? He... didn't know. He wasn't experienced enough to know, and all he really cared about at the moment was reaching climax. "I... I don't care..." he whimpered finally, hips bucking as he squirmed. "I just want to c..." his blush managed to deepen at what he almost said; what he almost admitted to needing.
Sure, it was a natural thing; the expected thing to happen in this situation, but... it seemed as though so many expected him to be somehow innocent as the Ten no Ryuu's Kamui. He wasn't supposed to want and enjoy this, right? But he was human, damn it.
At the almost confessed words, Soubi lifted his fingers away from the other, carefully drawing them to his mouth to lick, eyes leveled with Kamui’s to make sure he watched. It was something different to be so active and teasing like this, wondering if the boy would lash out in reprimand for it. But when nothing came, Soubi eventually pulling himself away completely, rolling off him and onto the extra space of the mattress to retrieve his jacket.
A condom and its accompanying tube of lubricant fell against the comforter a moment later, Soubi’s expression relatively neutral. More foreplay was necessary, he knew, but Kamui didn’t want that. Besides, this was such an easy alternative to work with anyway.
“Your clothes,” he murmured, almost self-consciously fingering the bandages still around his throat, probably standing out against his skin. The scars beneath were nothing for the intimate moment, hoping Kamui’s interest would not be drawn to them as it hadn’t been previously. Soubi wasn’t ashamed of them, at least on some level. Now just wasn’t the time or place for anything remotely regarding his Fighter status. Absently, he thumbed the button of his jeans, stretching out a little, wondering whether or not the boy was going to comply or have him finish what remained just as quickly as everything else.
Somehow, it amused him, and he smiled.