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Kazu groans as he stretches, his shoulders popping as he leans back in his chair. So maybe doing three day's worth of classwork all at once wasn't his best idea. At least his spine has the whole weekend to recover, he figures, as he twists sideways to grab his phone from where he threw it onto the bed. Slumping back into his desk chair, he idly scrolls through his notifications, his eyebrows rising at the latest one.
They only rise higher as he opens the notification fully. Crushr has sent Kazu many matches over the last year, but none quite as incompatible with him as this guy: the mirror selfie of his abs is standardly cringey (not that Kazu has room to talk), while his profile description is painfully minimal — top. 23. And is that his dick size listed after that? Seriously? Kazu can't help but snort as he continues scrolling through the guy's pictures, amused by the singular eyebrow slit and his unchanging expression. Why'd a guy like this swipe on Kazu?
Sprawling over his still-open books, Kazu finds himself considering the match despite himself. Their preferences don't line up at all, but it's not like the dude is completely unattractive — he's tall, and clearly fit, and the idea of putting a new expression on that stoic face intrigues Kazu more than it probably should. And he completed all his classwork, right? It's not like he's doing anything else tonight.
He quickly messages the guy before he can think harder on it, throwing his phone back on the bed to finally put away his schoolwork. He pointedly ignores the new message notification while putting away the last of his books, dusting imaginary dirt from his shirt before flopping onto his bed, snatching up his phone once more.
dtf? the new message reads, straight and to the point. Kazu snorts again at the reply, wondering if the guy even read his profile before swiping. But that'd be his own fault, right? Kazu contemplates, clicking his phone keyboard open and closed as he thinks. If the guy's just an idiot, Kazu can probably convince him to blow him, or to at least use their hands. But if he just has the completely wrong idea, then…
well, i won't say no, Kazu types, hitting send with more force than strictly necessary. To his surprise, the guy starts typing back quickly, his reply coming in before Kazu's phone screen can even start to dim.
"Really?" Kazu mumbles, reading the reply to himself. "'How big even are you?'"
KAZU: wanna find out?
LION: cheeky.
my place in 1hr?
"This is such a bad idea," Kazu tells himself, then asks for the address.
Kazu isn't sure whether he should be grateful or concerned by how close this guy's apartment is.
He double checks the time and the address on his phone, shoving it back into his pocket before knocking on the door. It doesn't take long for the guy to answer, the same frowning face from his photos greeting Kazu through the doorway. He's somehow both taller and wider than Kazu had expected, practically taking up the entirety of his narrow entryway, the muscles in his thighs noticeably flexing underneath his sweatpants as he shifts his weight. "Hey," the guy finally addresses, his head tilting as he meets Kazu's eyes.
"… Hey," Kazu echoes. "Lion-san, right?"
Lion nods, stepping back to let Kazu through the doorway. When he doesn't say anything more, Kazu cautiously steps inside, sliding off his shoes next to the much larger pair lined up in the entryway. Standing directly next to Lion, it's impossible to ignore how much Lion dwarfs him, especially as Lion reaches over him to shut the door behind them. Kazu briefly tenses, but Lion is already stepping back again, pointing over his shoulder further into the apartment. "This way," he continues, leading Kazu past a surprisingly neat living area, then down another narrow hall toward what Kazu can only assume is his bedroom. He curiously peeks into the open doorway to a small bathroom, then gestures toward the other closed door. "Any roommates around?"
Lion opens his own bedroom door, flicking on the light as he glances back at Kazu. "… He's out."
Kazu follows him inside, glancing around the minimally decorated room, pretending not to notice the weirdly neat stacks of boxes lined up against the one wall. He notes the tangled earbuds on the desk and the set of weights next to the bed as he closes the door, Lion sinking down on the edge of the mattress with little ceremony.
Kazu shakes his head, peeling his gaze away from the minutiae of the room. Now's not the time to be poking around — not that he should even want to. When he turns back to Lion, he at least hasn't seemed to notice Kazu's wandering eyes, or if he has, doesn't feel the need to acknowledge them. He's… kind of just sitting there awkwardly, honestly, Kazu realizes, reaching up to fiddle with one of his hoodie strings. What kinds of people is this guy usually pulling? Does he expect his partner to always be making the first move?
Sighing, Kazu simply cuts to the chase, sticking both his hands into his hoodie pocket. "Do you have your own lube and condoms?" he asks, waiting for Lion to meet his eyes. "I brought both, if not."
Lion blinks, turning toward his nightstand. "I have some, but if you prefer to use your own…"
"Hand me your lube, at least."
Lion's brow briefly wrinkles, but he does as he's asked, fetching the bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer and setting it beside him on the bed. Kazu steps closer as he sets it down, nudging Lion's knees apart with own until he can stand between them, his hands steadying themselves on Lion's shoulders. Lion's own hands slide over Kazu's waist before settling at the smalls of his back, splaying across the fabric of Kazu's hoodie. So he was waiting on me, Kazu thinks, his fingers trailing to the nape of Lion's neck. The ends of his hair are soft, tickling over Kazu's knuckles as Lion tilts his chin upward. You're unexpectedly easygoing, aren't you? We'll see how long you stay that way.
"I guess that's enough talking for now, huh?" Kazu comments, his lips brushing over Lion's. The guy isn't completely clueless, it seems, pressing forward when Kazu finishes speaking, his mouth dragging more deliberately over Kazu's before sucking around Kazu's bottom lip. Kazu responds in kind, letting his eyes slit closed as he traces the tip of his tongue around Lion's lips, Lion's mouth falling open easily as Kazu licks into it. Lion's tongue swirls around Kazu's, their lips gliding wetly as Lion tilts his jaw to kiss him deeper, his teeth surprisingly absent even as Kazu purposely scrapes his own over Lion's skin.
Lion only hums at the sting, his hands beginning to wander up the back of Kazu's shirt. Kazu allows his own hands to slide forward, running back over Lion's shoulders and then down the slope of his chest, pausing briefly to rub his thumb over the peak of his nipple. Kazu notes the lack of reaction before moving on, palms mapping the taut plane of Lion's stomach, Lion's hands still exploring the expanse of Kazu's back, scrunching up the bottom of Kazu's top. Kazu tangles his own fingers into the hem of Lion's shirt, tugging on the fabric as the two of them pull away for air. "You want this on or off, Lion-san?"
Lion leans back further instead of answering, his hands sliding out from under Kazu's shirt to pull off his own, Kazu's eyebrows rising at the swiftness. "You must pull that move a lot, huh?" he teases, laughing as Lion averts his gaze. "Don't get all shy on me now. C'mon, lie back for me, big guy."
Lion's chest is smooth under his palms as Kazu nudges him back. He only hesitates for a moment before cautiously following Kazu's instructions, lying back on the bed as Kazu wrestles off his hoodie and climbs on top of him. His hands automatically return to Kazu's back as Kazu settles his weight across his ribs, one hand tracing up Kazu's spine under his shirt while the other grips at his waist. Kazu leans down obligingly when Lion pulls him forward, their lips meeting wetly once more as Kazu drops his elbows onto the bed.
It's hard to tell if this guy has the right idea or not, Kazu ponders, pushing himself further down Lion's body, their lips smacking as they separate. Is he really just an idiot? Sighing, he braces himself on Lion's stomach, grinding back against Lion's hips as he sits up. Lion's hands fall to his thighs, gripping around them, holding Kazu in place as he instinctively rolls his hips. Despite his misgivings, Kazu can't help but be pleased to find Lion hard against him, his own cock sitting heavy in his shorts. He reaches back to pluck at the fabric of Lion's sweatpants, his other hand still splayed over Lion's smooth skin, idly skimming his fingers over it. "These too?" he asks sweetly, watching as Lion's lips part around his next exhale, his fingers momentarily tightening around Kazu's thighs.
Wrong idea after all? Kazu wonders, before being broken out of his thoughts by Lion's hips lifting in reply, Kazu's weight still braced on top of him. Show off, Kazu considers saying, but keeps the thought to himself for now, simply climbing off Lion to help him pull down his waistband, kneeling briefly at the foot of the bed as Lion kicks his pants and boxers to the floor.
Moment of truth, Kazu jokes to himself, squeezing one of Lion's now-bare ankles before sliding his way back up the bed.
Lion startles at the sudden movement, his eyes widening as his knees spread around the width of Kazu's hips, Kazu's own knees planted on the mattress as he drapes Lion's thighs over his. "I think this position will be the most comfortable for both of us, Lion-san," he states, rubbing his palms over the jut of Lion's hipbones, his eyes trained on Lion's flickering expression. His eyes remain wide over his slackening jaw, his mouth opening and closing around nothing but silent air. Kazu takes the chance to reach for the lube, flicking it open to slick up his fingers, still carefully watching Lion's face for any signs of protest.
To Kazu's surprise, none immediately show, not even as Kazu props Lion's hips higher in his lap, leaving Kazu just enough room to slip his wrist between their bodies, slick fingers prodding at Lion's entrance. "This is what you asked for, isn't it, Lion-san?"
Lion visibly swallows, his breathing going ragged as Kazu continues circling his finger around his rim. The barely-there pressure is enough to make him tense, his hands reaching up to tangle into the sheets by his head. "This is your first time doing it like this, isn't it?" Kazu concludes, rubbing his free hand over Lion's hip once more. Lion's eyes narrow, glaring at him, but the pink blush rising to his cheeks makes the image more cute than threatening. "I promise to make it good for you, but you have to relax a bit first. There's no reason to be flexing those muscles of yours."
Although he continues to glare, Lion makes no move to push Kazu off or away. Those hands that could circle Kazu's entire arm remain tangled in his sheets, and those legs that could kick Kazu clear from the bed simply relax over his own, knees falling the slightest bit outward as Lion's muscles deliberately loosen. When Kazu finally chances pressing his finger forward, the tip sinks slowly into the heat of Lion's body, tight but workable. Kazu can't stop the grin that rises to his face as he presses deeper, Lion's entrance parting around him, Lion's breath hitching as he briefly looks down his body, as if he can see where Kazu's finger is disappearing inside him. "See?" Kazu says, briefly pulling his finger back before sliding further inward, the webbing of his fingers meeting Lion's rim. "Just like that, Lion-san."
Lion's breath shakes, his eyes closing as he turns his cheek toward the mattress, revealing the bright red shell of his ear. Kazu's own breathing deepens, slow and dragging, mimicking the wet slide of his finger in and out of Lion, working him open with a patience other partners have ragged him for. Lion doesn't complain, though, not even when Kazu draws his finger out entirely to squeeze more lube onto his skin, the additional slickness easing the way for a second finger inside him.
Kazu hums, pausing as Lion clenches around him, his legs attempting to twitch closed around Kazu's waist. "This must be the first time someone has touched you here at all, isn't it, Lion-san?" Kazu remarks, running his free hand over Lion's abdomen. "Otherwise you wouldn't be so tense. Haven't even tried it yourself, have you? Don't give me that look," Kazu lightly scolds, chuckling when it only makes Lion glare harder. "Sending me a dirty look like that just confirms it, you know?" Carefully, Kazu scissors his fingers apart, keeping an eye on Lion's tightening expression, his free hand making its way over to Lion's cock, partially softened from his discomfort. He slowly strokes upward, Lion's eyelids fluttering at the stimulation, Kazu humming again as the distraction allows him to scissor his fingers wider.
"How does it feel, having something inside?" Kazu ignores the building ache in his wrist to tentatively thrust his fingers, his other hand still gliding over Lion's cock. "Is it just like you imagined? You've been imagining it, haven't you? You chose me, after all."
Lion's face grows pinker the longer Kazu speaks, flush spreading from his cheeks down toward his neck. "Why me, hm? Is it because I'm a smaller guy? Did you think I'd be easy on you?" He slips in a third finger beside the other two, pleased with how smoothly it slides in, laughing quietly as Lion bites his lip and turns away in reply. "I'd hate to disappoint you, Lion-san… Am I not what you expected?"
"… Talkative."
Kazu blinks in surprise, reflexively leaning closer, his hand tightening around Lion's cock on the next upstroke. "What was that, Lion-san?"
Lion's elbows draw inward, although they do little to hide his blushing face. "You're talkative," he repeats, his eyes flicking toward Kazu. "Didn't think you'd talk so much."
Kazu can't help but laugh again. "That's what you point out?" he blurts, still giggling. "For what it's worth, I thought you'd be a more demanding sort of guy. But you're surprisingly docile, aren't you?"
Kazu slides his fingers out of Lion before he can answer, whatever retort he might've thought up tangling into an indistinct whine at the back of his throat. Kazu's cock throbs in his shorts at the noise, reminding him of his own ignored arousal, the chance to satisfy it somehow both closer and farther than he expected to get.
"Hand me a pillow, won't you?" Kazu asks, once more keeping a cautious eye on Lion's movements as he leans over the side of the bed, reaching for his discarded hoodie. He fishes a condom from the pocket, pleasantly surprised when Lion tosses a pillow at him once he's upright, thumping lightly against Kazu's chest. Kazu takes his time positioning the pillow underneath Lion's hips, then quickly kicks off his own pants and boxers, settling once more between Lion's still-spread legs as he rolls on the condom and slicks up his cock. Lion keeps his gaze averted, only occasionally peeking at the way Kazu prepares himself, at least until Kazu reaches for his nape to pull him upward, letting out a startled grunt as Kazu's lips meet his own.
Kazu kisses him wetly, sliding his tongue past Lion's slack lips, swiping over Lion's teeth and tongue until Lion kisses back, mouths slurping as Lion curls closer. Kazu hisses as the movement nudges Lion's cock against his own, hard heat against artificial slickness, Lion's breath also hitching in reply. Kazu pulls back, his hands falling to Lion's thighs, reflexively squeezing as Lion wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. Watchfully, he rearranges Lion's legs around him, pressing one against the bed while he hooks the other over his elbow, briefly using the extra leverage to pull himself closer.
He realizes, faintly, that he must be the first person to see Lion splayed open like this, the first one to hold Lion's leg aloft while he lines himself up with his other hand. The only one to see the exact flutter of those lashes, when the head of his cock nudges against his entrance, and to feel the way Lion tenses at Kazu starts pressing forward, just barely stretching him.
Kazu inhales, tempering the breathless feeling in his chest before it can bleed into his voice, smiling sweetly when Lion glances upward. "I've stretched you, but you need to stay relaxed, just like you've been. I'm sure you've seen it from my perspective plenty of times before."
Those lashes flutter once again before falling closed, Lion's head tilting back as he huffs, his shoulders resting more decisively against the bed. "… Just do it."
Kazu's sweet smile slants into something more smug than he intends, his chin dipping forward to hide it even though Lion's eyes are already closed. He momentarily allows himself to watch the way his cock starts sinking into Lion, squeezing around the head of his cock, before lifting his chin to focus on Lion's face instead.
Lion's face scrunches as Kazu continues pushing into him, his eyebrows furrowing like he's concentrated on the feeling, his mouth hanging open around his panting breaths. Kazu's own breathing grows more labored as he bottoms out, his hand grabbing at Lion's thigh as Lion unconsciously clenches around him.
"Good?" Kazu asks, forcing his hips still, nearly biting his tongue as Lion continues to unconsciously squeeze and spasm around him.
Lion hums shakily in reply, his eyes slanting open as his knuckles turn nearly white around the sheets. "… 'S fine," he mumbles, gasping as Kazu rises higher on his knees.
"Just fine?" Kazu questions. Holding onto Lion's hip, he allows his own hips to inch the tiniest bit back, Lion's eyes going unfocused at the minute movement. The following roll of Kazu's hips is less a thrust and more a twitch, but Lion's breath hitches again anyway, his body still squeezing too-tight around Kazu's cock. "What happened to relaxing, huh? I already said I'd hate to disappoint, but I can only loosen a stubborn guy like you so much. Ah, but you've been pretty agreeable this whole time, haven't you? Maybe I've been judging Lion-san too harshly."
Tentatively, Kazu rolls his hips once more, letting out a relieved breath at the decreased resistance. "You really are a quick learner, Lion-san," Kazu praises, tucking the balls of his feet against the mattress before thrusting forward again. "With those muscles of yours, I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know your body well. Speaking of which," Kazu continues, "tell me, Lion-san: how does it feel for you?" Kazu curls closer, his hips gradually settling into a steady rhythm, guided by the subtle heaving of Lion's chest. "Having me inside you, that is. I haven't tried more than a couple fingers myself before, so you'll have to tell me what's it like. Or should I just guess?"
Lion's answer comes in the form of bent-back wrists, tendons flexing underneath his skin as he grips at the covers, and his blushing cheek once more pressed to the mattress, his head thrown sideways against the sheets. He's quiet, his clenched teeth keeping any noises he might make from escaping, but it does little to stop the drool that drips from his lips, progressively clinging to his jaw and chin.
Somehow more than the hot squeeze around his cock, it's the sight of Lion's gritted expression that has Kazu's mouth running, that has his body hunching closer until Lion's hips lift off the pillow and his cock pushes against Kazu's stomach. "Do you feel full, Lion-san?" he wonders out loud, hiking Lion's leg higher in the crook of his elbow. "You wanted to know how big I was, didn't you? More than that, the prostate simulation has to be a little different than what you're used to, right? Like something pulsing from the inside, making the base of your cock throb."
Kazu's eyebrows lift as he slides his free hand between their stomachs, his index finger brushing over the leaking head of Lion's cock before he wraps the rest of his hand around the shaft. Lion's mouth briefly falls open, more drool spilling from it. "You really are making such a mess, Lion-san. Not only are you leaking, but you can't even catch your breath long enough to swallow." Speeding up, Kazu moves his hand to match the thrust of his hips, moaning quietly over Lion's sternum as Lion's cock jerks in his grasp. "I can feel your cock twitch every time I push all the way inside. Your body's so honest, Lion-san. Are you really this close already?"
Kazu's question ends in a yelp when a hand suddenly slaps over his mouth. His hips stutter out of rhythm, his eyes blinking incredulously up at Lion, who has managed to peel a single hand from the sheets to grip around Kazu's jaw instead. "Maybe I'd finish," Lion grits out, "if someone focused on what he was doing instead of running his mouth."
Kazu grins, wider than he expects, only growing wider as Lion's eyebrows furrow again when he feels the curve of it underneath his hand. Guess you're a bit demanding after all.
Lion grunts as Kazu re-angles his hips, his wrist flicking faster over Lion's cock. Impulsively, Kazu presses a kiss to Lion's palm, dragging his lips across the creased skin as Lion's grip loosens, licking up Lion's fingers when Lion's eyes meet his. "Like this, Lion-san?" Kazu murmurs, lashes lowering as Lion twists his face away once more, chuckling when Lion's cock twitches harder in his grasp. "Guess I don't need to ask, huh?"
He half-expects Lion to glare at him again, but instead he simply groans, fingers curling and body shaking as his cock jumps one last time, cum shooting up his torso and sticking to his skin.
With a groan of his own, Kazu pushes harshly once more into Lion, his vision briefly whiting out as he cums into the condom. As he blinks the blur from his vision, he finally lowers Lion's leg back onto the mattress, his own arm vaguely aching as he straightens it. With Lion lowered fully back onto the bed, it's easy to see the boneless sprawl of his limbs, splaying outward as Kazu gingerly pulls out of him.
He ties off the condom quickly, leaning back to toss into the garbage can he spots underneath the desk, before returning his attention to the still-trembling Lion, Kazu's gaze reflexively tracing over the cum and bits of lube smeared over his skin. "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" he says, idly reaching up to flick Lion's matted bangs from his forehead. "Don't worry, Lion-san. I'll take responsibility."
After a long moment, Lion weakly bats his hand away, Kazu snorting at him as he finally slides from between Lion's legs and stumbles off the bed.
(Issei yawns, stretching his arms upward as he steps out of his bedroom. He got home later than expected last night — for the best, it seems, as he walks toward the kitchen and spots an unfamiliar face. Unfamiliar back of the head? Guess the phrasin's not too important~
He pauses at the kitchen entrance to halfheartedly size up the stranger rummaging through his fridge. The guy's on a smaller side, even in his bulky hoodie, his hair surprisingly neat for someone who stayed the night. He's not quite the type of guy Lion usually brings home, but what does Issei know? Too much, Issei figures, sighing quietly as he heads over to the stove, lifting his tea kettle from the back burner.
"Does this guy really not keep anything in his fridge?" the stranger suddenly addresses, Issei raising his eyebrows as the guy turns to him. Issei only shrugs, quickly turning away before the guy decides Issei is free for conversation.
Issei hears the fridge close, followed by the squeak of one of their cabinets. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised after last night," the stranger continues. Pointedly, Issei adjusts the positioning of his kettle on the stove. "I'm not sure whether I should find it cute or frustrating, though."
Can he not take a hint, or is he jus' ignorin' them? Issei wonders, focusing much harder on scooping tea leaves than strictly necessary. It's almost a relief when he hears Lion exit his room, just barely audible over the guy filling one of their cups with water from the tap, sipping at it as Lion makes his way down the hall.
Issei turns toward Lion as he reaches the entrance to the kitchen, pointed look at the ready, but ends up freezing in shock instead. Lion meets Issei's startled gaze with a harried one of his own, framed by pillow creases and his strangely tangled bangs. More than his rumpled sleep clothes and expression, it's the sideways slump of Lion's body that has Issei reeling, his weight braced on his forearm raised against the wall.
"Lion-san, do you really not keep anything in your fridge?" the stranger repeats, ignoring Issei's disbelieving stare as he places his empty cup into the sink and points a thumb over his shoulder at Issei. "It's all labeled with this guy's name."
Lion ducks his head in response, the tips of his ears slowly turning red, and Issei considers pinching himself. Hard.
"I have to get to study group anyway, so it's not an issue for me, but you understand why I'm concerned, don't you?" Walking over to Lion, he briefly sets his hands over Lion's hips, casually squeezing as he meets Lion's lowered gaze. "You'll have to let me know when you want to do this again, Lion-san. You were unexpectedly cute for such a big guy, you know?"
Both Issei and Lion remain frozen as the guy finally takes his leave, the sound of the front door echoing through the now-silent apartment. Lion's ears continue to burn red, his gaze still directed staunchly at the floor.
Issei is snapped out of his stalled thoughts by his kettle whistling. He pulls it off the hot burner, pouring the water over his tea leaves to steep. With a tilt of his head, he pulls another mug from the cabinet, holding it up toward Lion. "Tea?" he offers.
Clicking his tongue, Lion stumbles away from the kitchen instead, still leaning one hand against the wall as he makes his way to the bathroom.
Issei looks back down at his tea, and wonders if it's too early for something stronger.)