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Kiryu rarely had the time, energy, or privacy to pleasure himself like this. Let alone the actual urge to.
But this evening in particular he had all of it, and for some unknown reason that urge was exceptionally overwhelming. Not even at anything in particular. He just ached for it. And he had been for hours, even before turning in for the night. The feeling had plagued him no matter how much he tried to shake it. He’d tried everything other than sneaking away to handle it, but even then he hadn’t been graced with an opportunity to do so.
So he set his mind on taking care of things now that the night had finally rolled over the orphanage in full. The kids were asleep and had been for long enough to not wake with anything short of yelling, the moon barely cast enough light to break through the clouds casting the house in darkness, and the blowing whispers of wind and crashing waves set enough of a white noise to pad any other sounds that could otherwise travel in the still air.
He’d positioned himself across his room propped up against the wall farthest from any connected to where others were sleeping, and close enough to the wall connecting to the walkway as to hear the soft patter of feet if anyone were to wake to give him time to make himself decent.
Confident with how he set himself up, Kiryu unzipped himself and wrapped his hand around his already hard cock. He started slowly, savoring the feeling though not thinking about anything specifically at first. Just sinking into the feeling, allowing his muscles to relax out of the tension he’d been holding onto all day as his mind began to drift.
Usually he was able to latch onto something fairly quickly or was able to focus on whatever had gotten him worked up in the first place, but his mind couldn't land on anything. It couldn't stick to one line of thought, everything just didn’t feel right and his usual fantasies just weren't doing it for him like they usually did. But the feeling felt good, so he leaned into the feeling more than anything, just imagining it was someone else’s hand other than his own though his brain refused to fill the space of ‘who’ this someone was. Despite the ambiguity Kiryu continued, losing himself again in the desire to have someone pleasure him before he would have the chance to do the same.
Until his cellphone rang. Well, buzzed, thankfully. He’d managed to learn how to turn off the ringer at least.
Kiryu checked the caller ID expecting it to be some spam call he could ignore, but it wasn't. It was Majima. Strange. Majima never called so late. He almost never called in general.
Kiryu flipped open his phone and raised it to his ear. If he was calling this late it had to be an emergency or some kind of important news even though Kiryu was no longer participating in the yakuza world, he could be in danger. Or Majima could need advice on something serious. Maybe it was personal if it was this late. They’d gotten quite close after everything. Majima had even helped Kiryu deal with tying up loose ends back in Kamurocho before finally leaving for good.
Either way he’d do anything for him, middle of the night or not. Plus, it was Majima, phone calls with him rarely lasted longer than a few sentences.
Kiryu didn’t even bother removing his hand, expecting the call to be quick enough to get back to what he was doing with little issue.
“Majima-san?”
“Heya Kiryu-chan~, whatcha up to?”
He was not expecting Majima to be in such high spirits. It threw him off a little and pulled his focus away from trying not to sound as worked up as he was.
“Nothing. What do you need?” Not only had he failed to sound ‘normal’, he’d managed to sound incredibly irritated.
“Whoa! Why the hostility, chief?”
Kiryu cleared his throat in an attempt to recalibrate and recover but it didn't help. Now he was actually irritated, but at himself for making things already offputting for Majima more than anything else. “I’m not being hostile, it’s just late. Will you tell me why you called?”
“Tch. So demanding tonight. I can’t call just to shoot the shit with ya?”
Kiryu sighed in resignation. Maybe the call would be more than a few sentences after all. He wasn’t about to turn him down but he was still hoping he could hurry the conversation along so he could get back to building his fantasy without Majima pulling his attention and grabbing control like he always did. Kiryu never really could resist the pull Majima had on him. Not like he tried to though.
“I guess you can.”
“Were ya busy? Sounds like I interrupted ya.” He could hear Majima’s grin through the phone, at least he was amused rather than annoyed.
“What? No, I'm in bed, I was almost asleep.” Kiryu lied as he looked down, slightly flustered knowing exactly what he’d been interrupted from. He hadn't realized he'd absently been moving his hand again though.
Majima’s skeptical tone told Kiryu well enough that he hadn't come off as nonchalant as he’d intended.
“That so?”
“Yes.”
“Ya always outta breath when yer in bed?” Majima teased.
Now he was even more flustered. He needed Majima to hurry up and get this over with so he could get back to it. The longer he waited the more pent up he became and the prospect of not being able to use the evening to get off was one he didn't want to entertain.
“I’m not out of breath, I’m just tired.”
“Sure ya are stud.” Majima paused for a moment. “When're ya comin’ back to the city?”
“I live here now Majima-san.”
Majima scoffed. “No shit Sherlock. But ya’ve gone and abandoned me with a buncha fuckin’ idiots over here, when’re ya plannin’ a trip out to rescue me?”
“Rescue you? I’m not getting involved again, Nii-san.”
“Awe don’t be so mean Kiryu-chan. I’m dyin’ out here without ya.” In typical Majima fashion, the moment he could, he leaned into the theatrics of it all. Something that normally Kiryu quite enjoyed, but didn’t have the patience for at the moment.
Kiryu rolled his eyes despite Majima’s inability to see him. “I’m sure you are able to handle things fine out there on your own. I have to take care of the kids here.”
“C’mon, ya can’t take a weekend away to come ‘n duke it out like old times?”
Fighting did always get his blood pumping, especially with Majima. Maybe that was part of why he was still so hard even though he stopped stroking himself. He’d gotten hard due to the rush a few times. Though he didn’t care to admit it wasn’t always just the rush that flooded his mind during the fights where he’d happen to get that worked up.
He wondered if Majima ever noticed. He was sure he had to have at some point. Kiryu’d had to adjust himself on a few occasions because he noticed it visually before physically. Not all of the time was it a full raging hard on, but it wasn’t never not one.
Kiryu paused for a moment to consider it. Was that weird? Or did that happen to Majima too?
The image of Majima’s hard cock pressing up against his tight leather pants as they fought shot to the forefront of his mind. Kiryu would’ve noticed. Right? He hadn't really explicitly paid attention though. Kiryu’s mind wandered, he definitely would have noticed. Majima didn’t exactly strike Kiryu as someone lacking in size, if anything he would assume Majima-
He needed to stop thinking about Majima’s dick immediately.
“Old times? You act like it’s been years.”
The thought of going years without Majima made him feel sick for a brief half-second. Thinking of the reality of never throwing punches at him, the only person who could actually take it and throw it right back in turn, never throwing cheesy puns and one-liners back and forth as though a necessary foreplay before actually diving into their battles, never throwing bikes and the like that could’ve killed any random person but just never seemed to do anything other than further excite them both. Thinking about getting drinks after no matter who won, and how most of the shops in town no longer questioned or cowered away from them even when they were broken, beaten half to death, and bloodied as though they were more than half way there.
Thinking about how long he’d have to wait for another fight as it currently stood even without the worry of ‘never’. How long he’d have to wait to share a drink with him again or hear about all the Tojo issues even though he pretended not to care or actively wish to not be involved. How long he’d have to wait for more of that weird shit Majima always seemed to drag him into. How long he’d have to wait to see if his theory was true or if he was the only one impacted by battles like that. Going blow for blow with Majima and trying to catch a glimpse of-
His cock throbbing in his hand made him let go. That was not supposed to be happening.
“Fuckin’ feels like it. Told ya, I’m dyin’. Witherin’ away to nothin’ Kiryu-chan. ‘S a real shame. The city’s gone to shit over here without ya.” Majima sounded genuinely upset, like it really had gotten bad out there and he really genuinely wanted him back. Almost like there was a deeper sense of longing too.
Even though he’d let go, he twitched again.
Shit. There was no way he was actually getting turned on by the thought of Majima like that. It was just the thought of the fighting again, and thinking of going back to pleasuring himself now that he wasn't physically touching himself his body was just asking him to start again. His mind was just latching onto whatever it could. This time wandering to Majima because he was the one talking. That’s all.
“You’re being dramatic.”
“It’s true!”
“You’re fine Majima-san. It’s better for me to stay over here. Did you call just to beg me to come back or was there something else you needed?”
Majima whined and pouted exaggeratedly enough to make it through the phone line. “I ain’t got shit to do over here without ya. Who else am I gonna beat the shit outta, huh? Nishida just fuckin’ takes it ‘n that’s only fun for a few hours ‘fore I gotta find another way to entertain myself.” He signed dramatically before injecting the same drama into his voice as he continued. “What’s a guy gotta do to get the Dragon of Dojima to come ‘n sweep him off his feet and bring ‘im back to Okinawa then, eh?”
Despite the feigned dismay, the undercurrents in Majima’s tone flowed back to the same line as before. Almost like he missed him. Yearning and forlorn in a way. It wasn’t unimaginable for him to feel a sense of loneliness, though he’d never admit it. Kiryu missed him too, but he wouldnt dare admit it either.
But was he really interested in visiting? Kiryu found it hard to believe Majima would leave Kamurocho to see him for no reason. Not if he still had responsibilities to the clan or to the Majima family. Even if it was just a short trip. Kiryu didn’t know if he wanted to subject him to Okinawa though.
Or subject Okinawa to Majima.
“Do you really want to come out to Okinawa just to see me?”
“Do I?!” A loud pitchy squeaking sound reverberated the air between Kiryu’s phone and his ear. He couldn't tell if came from Majima, or if something else happened but his excitement was more than apparent. “Is that an invite?!”
“No I-”
“I accept! I’ll be ready to fly out tomorrow. Where’re ya at? Ya gonna give me the full tour? We gonna go to the beach ‘n catch some waves? Bet the food out there’s killer too. Ya gonna show me all that good shit then take me back home with ya?”
“Ma-”
“How big’s yer place then, ya got guest rooms or’ll we be sharin’? I don’t mind cuddlin’ up with ya if ya don’t got extra accommodations y’know. So long as ya don’t get too handsy.”
Handsy?!
“Majima s-”
“Yer right, bet yer lonely out there eh? Tell ya what, I’ll let ya get as handsy as ya want, even help ya-”
God damn it.
“Nii-san!”
“Huh?”
“That wasn’t an invite.”
And he didn’t even want to think about touching Majima right now. Not after the rush of thoughts from seconds ago. Not right as he was starting to distract himself.
Majima huffed in displeasure. “How cruel Kiryu-chan. Why’d ya gotta tease me like that? Got me worked up for nothin’?”
But Kiryu’s body had other ideas. Flustered again. His cock throbbed again and ached to be touched again. He just wanted to feel someone. Touch or be touched by someone. Anyone. But not Majima. Not an option… Even if he did want to, that was not an option. Not like Majima would want to anyway.
“I didn’t tease you, you jumped to conclusions. And I wouldn't get handsy.”
“Ya wouldn’t? Yer no fun.” Majima’s tone flipped into a confusing half-serious teasing as Kiryu felt the red heat of blush cross his cheeks. “If ya don’t wanna see me again that’s all ya gotta say Kiryu-chan.” It was dramatic, but he also sounded almost genuinely sad.
“That’s not what I’m saying at all. Of course I want to see you again, you’re being ridiculous. I just can’t drop everything for you overnight.”
“When?”
“Huh?”
“Ya wanna see me again. When?”
How was he supposed to know? He couldn't focus. Between thinking of Majima getting handsy and getting frustrated that his mind continued to feed him images of Majima’s dick, and his own cock throbbing without touching, Kiryu couldn't collect his thoughts enough to even begin to think about actually planning anything.
“What? I don’t know. It’s too late for this Majima-san.”
Majima’s tone flip flopped between impatient and teasing again. “Too late? No it ain’t. The night’s barely gettin’ started. Am I cuttin’ into yer private time Kiryu-chan? Want me to let ya go back to jerkin’ off?”
Kiryu stopped breathing.
“W-what?” There was no way. He had to be joking. But that was way too specific. Kiryu inhaled a staggered and tense breath. Why’d he have to say that so casually too? Kiryu’s heart rate raced as he tried to speak. “How’d…”
“Hah! Ya were, weren’t ya. Thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“It’s not like I kept going! Why does it matter what I was doing before you called anyway?”
This was not at all how he hoped this would go. He sat up, hoping that changing his position would fix his scattered breathing and would help calm his body down. He needed Majima to move on from this topic, he wasn't helping the situation. He was making this so much worse. He already didn’t want to be thinking of Majima like that, he did not need to be chatting or even joking about jerking off when all it was doing was making him feel the need to start doing just that.
Another more sing-songy laugh came through his phone speaker. “No no, don’t stop on my account. I’ll pretend I don’t notice while we plan out my trip.”
“Are you insane? I’m not going to jerk off on the phone. Especially with you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Kiryu-chan. I would hope ya wouldn't jerk off on the phone, at least aim somewhere less difficult to clean, yeah?”
“I can’t be having this conversation with you right now.”
It hit him. Majima had to be joking and Kiryu just made it worse for himself. Majima would take this and run with it forever. He’d never hear the end of this. How the hell was he supposed to recover now.
“Hang up then and call me back when yer done.”
That sounded… disappointed? Dejected, almost. And oddly serious?
No. He was projecting. No, not projecting, Kiryu wasn't disappointed. He didn't know what he was. Maybe he would hang up.
“What? No.”
Majima’s pitchy sing-songy tone returned again. “Ya want to be on the phone with me while ya jerk off? That’s a new one, but sure. How can I help ya?”
“I don’t need your help! I can get myself off just fine.”
He was so, incredibly, flustered. Now he was thinking of Majima’s hand on him again, talking him through it. He couldn’t stop. He couldn't help himself. How good it’d feel. He was already twitching again, begging to be touched. He needed to hang up. He wanted to. Right? The thought of Majima staying on the other end of the line and trying to do whatever to help him sent a feeling through his gut deeper than any of his actual punches did. He wasn’t just flustered and frazzled. He was horny, so fucking horny, and was starting to fall into it way too deep and way too easily. It was almost painful, compelled to touch himself but trying not to.
Majima continued before Kiryu could convince himself to hang up.
“What, I ain’t good enough for ya?”
“That’s not-” Kiryu froze. He knew that bite. The way those words slithered out with ease in a knowingly tempting gray area of actual desire. The same pull he had egging him on to a fight even after Kiryu would refuse. Begging for another round together. When he needed to get what he wanted, whether Kiryu had better things to do or not. When Majima himself was aching for it. “Majima-san… Are you asking me to?”
“Didn’t say that. Yer the one tuggin’ on yerself over there thinkin’ about gettin’ handsy with me.” It was gone. Kiryu must've been imagining it.
Fuck.
“You’re the one who brought that up.”
“Ya lied to me Kiryu-chan? Ya said ya didn’t keep goin’.” Majima’s sharp inhale was loud enough to make it through the phone line.
His nervous and embarrassed flush grew, hitting his ears with that same burn. He hadn’t kept going. But the urge was too much now. He’d shut this conversation down and just jerk off alone and handle this. The sooner the better. As soon as he was off the phone with Majima he would be able to get his mind off him.
Or maybe… No.
But Kiryu felt his hand move on its own, preemptively grabbing hold of himself before hanging up. Part of his anxiety left instantly.
The pause was long enough that Majima spoke again.
“Bet ya still got yer hand on it, huh. Whatcha thinkin’ about then?”
“I-I’m not thinking about anything.”
“Want me to start guessin’?”
No. Definitely not…
He definitely did. He hated it, but he definitely did. He wanted Majma to continue, and though he was trying to pretend he wanted someone other than Majima to on the line with him, he couldn’t anymore. He gave up. He wanted Majima. God did he want Majima.
But he didn’t have time to respond. Majima spoke faster, almost like he did so intentionally. Almost like he didn't want to hear Kiryu’s answer. Almost like he didn’t want to hear Kiryu decline.
And he could've sworn the breath Majima just took sounded even more strained than before. “Ya thinkin’ about feelin’ me up when we gotta share that bed of yers? Or are ya thinkin’ about me bein’ the one doin’ the feelin’. Want me to help ya out with what yer workin’ with over there?”
Kiryu fell silent. Again. Shamefully looking down at what he was doing. He did. He really wanted Majima to take it there. And Majima was joking about it. He was the cruel one if he did in fact believe that Kiryu was jerking off and wasn’t just him being as antagonistic as possible.
He did that often, but this wasn't a position where they could even fight after. He knew Majima liked bothering him and pressing his buttons whenever possible even if it took things too far. But now he was hot and bothered. He was sticking on the words. He was thinking of it. He wanted both. To feel him and to be felt. He wanted the help. But he couldn’t say that.
“I could do more than just feel ya up if that’s whatcha want.”
Kiryu’s thoughts scattered into a mess of internal conflict. Why was he taking this so damn far this time? This was worse than usual. Farther and much more serious sounding than usual. Did he actually want this too? Was he doing the same? Was he pushing so hard to test the waters? How would he even know. Were they both going to just hide it and let Majima tease him endlessly? Not like he really minded much though.
He was enjoying it, and maybe he’d stop pretending he wasn’t.
“Nii-san, we can’t be doing this.” They couldn’t. But he kept stroking his cock like they could anyway.
“Then hang up. Or tell me to stop ‘n we can forget all this.” He hesitated as though weighing options. Mulling something over. “I’m just takin’ my teasin’ a bit too far this time ‘s all.”
Although he knew he shouldn’t, and he could absolutely blame this on more of Majima’s unusual antagonistic teasing, or he could lie and say he was drunk or otherwise not in his right mind to let it continue this far, Kiryu did not hang up. Nor did he tell Majima to stop. If Majima really wanted to indulge in this then great. If he teased him more then nothing changed. He’d want to die of embarrassment, but he’d live.
In a low, dense rumble, deepening his register, Majima spoke again.
“Atta boy Kiryu-chan…” He took a long, deep breath. “Whatcha got goin’ on over there then, hmm?”
A shiver climbed up Kiryu’s spine in the intoxicating realization that this was no longer one-sided. That maybe it hadn't been. Maybe it never was.
“You mean, what am I doing?”
Majima sighed, exacerbated at his response. “No, I’m asking what ya’ve been up to all day. Course I’m askin’ what yer doin’, dummy. Was I right? Did ya have yer hand on yerself this whole time?”
“N-no.”
Majima clicked his tongue. “C’mon, be honest with me, all that stress in yer voice and all that heavy breathin’ was just from the idea of touchin’ me?”
“That’s not it…”
“Ah! Ya want me to be the one doin’ all the work then? Ya hopin’ I could pull yer hand off that monster and let ya use mine instead? Is that it?”
A sharp breath escaped Kiryu. Yes, desperately. But he couldn't think of how to say that. Or how to respond at all. He didn't know what to do or how this sort of thing worked. He’d never done this.
He should've hung up, but he was already in this and god was this already better than any feeling he’d gotten stroking himself before. He imagined Majima sitting there with him, reaching for him and taking it in his hand. Stoking him just like he was doing now. Slow and intentional, trying not to push himself too far though he was already escalating at the little that had happened.
“Ya don’t have to be coy y’know. Yer allowed to ask for what ya want. Yer already in this deep. Or ya know, hang up whenever ‘n I won’t say a thing. Ain’t gonna force ya to listen to me yap about what I wanna do to ya.”
What he wants to do? Kiryu couldn't manage more than an incoherent nervous stutter.
A slightly more pitchy laugh rang through the phone. “Alright I gotcha, just sit back and imagine I’ve got my hand around yer cock then, that whatcha want?”
“Y-yes.”
Kiryu tried to choke back the involuntary moan but failed miserably.
“Hope yer startin’ slow over there stud, don’t need ya finishin’ too early.”
Kiryu closed his eyes as though it made talking any easier. “I won’t Majima-san. Just… Keep going.”
“Seems to me yer pretty eager to let me get my hands on ya. Been a while?”
It had been. But he didn't want to share that. He didn't want to seem even more desperate than he was sure he already did.
“I… I guess.”
He could hear Majima’s grin growing as he spoke. “Bet ya’d be sooo easy for me then, eh? Once I got ya all to myself. How long do ya think you could last before yer beggin’ me for more, hmm? ‘Til ya start fucking into my fist and tellin’ me ya want it to be somethin’ else.”
“Fuck.” Majima’s words spun around him. He wanted to so badly. Imagining the grin Majima’d have looking back at him as he thrust into his fist getting more and more desperate for more. He’d beg if that’s what Majima wanted. He’d beg to fuck more than just his hand. To fuck him. If Majima’d let him.
“Tell me what ya’d ask me for. What do ya want.”
Kiryu could hear the need in his voice. He was getting into it and god was it even more intoxicating. If only he could hear him like that more. He’d die to hear that need, that excitement, pleasure, while he thrust into him as hard and deep as he could.
“I- I don’t know.” He did know. He wanted Majima. He wanted to ask for it all. He just didn't know where to start. “Whatever you want.”
“Should I just let ya fuck my fist like that then? Shit. Hold ya down and make ya work for it? Or do ya wanna tell me what else ya want.” His words were leaving him slower, more drawn out and intentional. Lingering in just the right way and laced with a deep pleasured desire.
Kiryu didn’t even try to hold back his groan this time. He couldn't help it. Majima’s voice was everything. Knowing what he was doing as he asked for Kiryu to talk back to him. Knowing he had to be stroking his cock as well as he thought of what Kiryu wanted. The way the ‘shit’ fell from his mouth with such unrestrained pleasure not dissimilar to when he took a particularly good punch to the face or gut. The way his breath shallowed but became audible through the line. All from just the thought of him.
“Heh, Yeah? Feel good?”
“Yeah… You’re- I- fuck…”
“‘S that all ya want? Just my hand?”
All that left Kiryu’s mouth was a whimper. His thoughts continued to collapse and fray at the edges, threatening to unravel. He wanted so much more. He wanted to force that noise out of him again. Thinking about how he sounded in the moments he was in pain or laughed at Kiryu's pain. Then the thoughts of fucking him. Not just his hand, but to flip it on him and pin him down like he used to. The smug smile and laugh Majima always threw back at him as he did. The fight he put up as Kiryu pressed him into the wall with his hand around his neck. How Majima would wrap his hands around Kiryu’s arm and squirm with a grin and a pitchy laugh. Maybe he wasn’t just imagining it when he thought he felt Majima pull his arm in tighter rather than pushing it off like he knew he could.
But this time indulge on those thoughts of slamming his lips against his. Feel his tongue glide against his in clumsy desperation. Force him to turn around and slam his face into the bricks. Fuck him right there. Make him fucking take it.
Kiryu was speeding dangerously close to the edge.
“Use yer words.” Much more stern and demanding. Kiryu’d been taking too long. Getting lost in his fantasy.
“Majima-san, I want- fuck, would you let me fuck you?”
His words were met with a sharp and sudden inhale followed by a long exhale. “Shit Kiryu-chan, say my name like that again and I’ll do anythin’ ya want.”
“Really?”
“Course. Ya know how long I’ve been wantin’ that shit? Fuck. I’d suck yer dick, let ya fuck me, I’d fuck you, fuckin’ do anythin’ ya want.” another more shaky exhale “Whatever ya fuckin’ want.”
Kiryu was barely able to stifle his moan. Whatever he wanted? All of that. Grab his hair and shove his cock down his throat. Make him choke on it. Make his eye roll back in his skull like he’d do after a particularly good hit. Stare into his eye watching it water for him. Fuck him after. He’d never gotten fucked but he’d let him. Fuck. He was losing it. He’d let him do anything.
“When are ya gonna have me over so I can help ya out for real, huh? So I can really feel ya? I could make ya feel so much better than just yer hand y’know.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Mmhmm. Said ya wanna fuck me, yeah? Lay me out or bend me over and make me take it?”
“Ngh, f-fuck.”
“What was that Kiryu-chan?” A shaky breath and quiet pitchy laugh filled the lull. “Shit, ya really wanna fuck me that bad?”
“Yes, so badly.”
Majima’s teasing dropped. “How bad?”
“S-so fucking bad Nii-san.” He could feel himself start to unravel. He wasn't going to last much longer. “Please.”
Majima’s tone stayed low but his cadence flickered. “Love when ya ask nicely. I’d let ya, don’t worry, I want it just as fuckin’ bad, ya know that? How fuckin’ bad I want ya to make me fuckin’ take it?”
“I-” He cut himself off. He was way too close. He was holding on but just barely. He had to. He wanted desperately to hold on just long enough to get Majima there with him.
In an even lower register, slowing down again, Majima continued. “Fuck me so hard I can’t stand? ‘Til ya got me shakin’ under ya? God damn it. I bet ya’d feel so fuckin’ good.”
He would. He needed to. The second he could get his hands on Majima again it was game over.
But all he could manage in response was a groan through a clenched jaw. Holding back but he didn't want to slow down. He wouldn’t slow down if he actually had him there. He could take it. He’d make him fucking take it. Just like he said. Until he couldn't walk. The thought of pleasing Majima to the point of shaking was too much. And the thought of making Majima cum while taking his cock was going to-
“Shit. Ya gettin’ close? Ya better be gettin fuckin’ close over there.” His words became less enunciated, speaking through gritted teeth with a lingering whimpered breath. “Shit, fuck. Tell me yer close.”
“I’m, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Atta boy Kiryu-chan, fuckin’-.”
“Nii-san!”
“-cum for me. Shit!”
It hit him hard and fast with a jolt of electricity through his entire body as he came, hard, not bothering to aim, just letting it land haphazardly over his stomach, wishing it was inside Majima instead as he imagined him finishing in tandem. He had kept his volume low enough to not be heard but Majima hadn't. God he wanted to make him make that sound in person.
Kiryu could barely catch his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he came that hard, and it certainly wasn't on his own. And he was still throbbing through the aftershocks, practically panting, just like Majima was on the other end of the line.
They both just sat there breathing for what felt like hours.
“Ya good?”
Reality crashed in. What had he done? This was not supposed to happen. He’d never-
He shook his head as though he needed to physically shake the thoughts and shame away. Majima had wanted it too. Just as much as he did. Clearly. He was grateful for Majima's overly forcefulness for once.
“Yeah… Thank you.”
“Heh, thank you?!”
What else was he supposed to say? He was never good with words but he’d kick himself if he could.
His face went straight back to that burn of embarrassment. “Oh, um. That was, uh, good”
“Pfff fuckin’ Christ…” Majima paused and Kiryu heard the clatter of something fall from a low height. “That invite still open?”
“Huh?”
“Ya still gonna bring me out there?” Majima let out another breath loud enough for Kiryu to hear what sounded like disappointment. Worry, almost. “Or uh, did ya get whatcha wanted. Post nut clarity hittin’ ya ‘n makin’ ya change yer mind ‘n shit.”
That was the last thing Kiryu wanted. Of course Kiryu wanted him to come out to see him, desperately. He wanted more of this. Or just to see him again. Majima may have steamrolled though the walls in conversation but this was neither forced nor was it something Kiryu was just going to throw away.
“I’d still like you to come visit, and uh, you can get handsy.” He heard the quick high pitched laugh from Majima and realized how awkwardly desperate he sounded. “If you want, I’m not saying you have to!”
“Shuddup, I’ll touch ya all ya want big guy. Told ya. Now go clean yer shit up, I’ll call ya tomorrow.”
He looked down at himself. That was probably a good idea, even if he didn't want to end the call quite yet. “Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Majima hung up but Kiryu sat there stunned in disbelief. What the hell had he started?