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“Hey Kojiro, you’ve done butt stuff before, right?”
Kojiro choked on the Pocari Sweat he was drinking at the time and wheezed through the next couple of minutes while Kaoru looked at him with the signature Sakurayashiki brand of unimpressed disdain at his attempts to clear his lungs.
“What the fuck Kaoru??”
Golden eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“It’s a simple question. Have you or have you not put it in someone’s ass before?”
“I mean…yes…but you can’t just ask a guy that, Kaoru. You’ve gotta like…buy me dinner first or something.” Kojiro rubbed the suddenly hot back of his neck, feeling the tips of his ears burn red.
Kaoru waved off his concerns with a flick of an elegant wrist. “Perfect. You’ve been in a dry spell since Misako dumped you, right?”
“Hey! She didn’t dump me. It was mutual!”
It didn’t seem worth it to keep the relationship going after graduation. He had no free time between all of the part time jobs he took to save money for Italy and cramming in as much skateboarding with his high maintenance best friend as he could before he shipped off for culinary school. He expressed no interest in long distance and Misako expressed no more interest in him.
So…mutual.
“Dry spell.” Kaoru huffed at him.
“Well…yeah. I guess you could say that. I barely have time to sleep, let alone pick up chicks between work and you.” Kojiro grumbled, a bit sore at the reminder. It certainly wasn’t the gloriously wild and free last summer he had pictured before dreams of culinary school became reality with his acceptance letter from Florence.
“You would consider me pretty, right?”
“Pretty annoying.”
“I swear to god, Kojiro, take this fucking seriously or I’m going to kick you in the teeth.”
“Alright, alright. Christ.” Kojiro rubbed his palm over the buzzed hair at the back of his head and he gave Kaoru an assessing look. Long, beautiful pink hair and gold eyes made Kaoru striking for sure with the bits of shrapnel to give him a sharper edge. Kaoru was slim and his legs were as smooth and hairless and shapely as any of the girls that Kojiro had dated. Plus he had that soft pale skin despite the Okinawan sun’s best efforts. “You’re missing a rocking pair of tits but yeah, I guess you’re pretty. For a dude.”
The line of tension in Kaoru’s shoulders eased a little and that made Kojiro relax a little, his guard lowering.
“Will you do butt stuff with me?”
Kojiro felt his brain screech to a halt.
“What?!?”
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“What the fuck Kaoru?”
Kojiro was gaping at his best friend like he’d grown a second head.
Kaoru at least had the good sense to look a little embarrassed now, his pale cheeks tinting a pink that was starting to match his hair.
“It’s not like that, Kojiro. I just…you know how much I hate looking stupid when I’m new at something and I’m not used to people touching me. I need…practice. With butt stuff.”
Kojiro was sure he had a stroke and he was hearing things but Kaoru’s face was getting redder and redder and those elegant fingers were plucking nervously at his braided hair.
“I figured it could be mutually beneficial…I trust you enough not to make fun of me while I get the hang of things and I could help you out with your dry spell…no need to pick up chicks to get laid. No messy breakups before Italy.” For the first time since they were in preschool and Kaoru was a giant cry baby, those golden eyes had trouble meeting his own. “So…what do you say?”
It was so much to take in. First and foremost, Kaoru was a dude.
“Since you’ve already done it in the ass before it can’t be that different…and you’re always bragging about how good you are, anyways.” There was a hint of challenge in Kaoru’s voice now and it struck against Kojiro as easily as if he were made of tinder.
“What is that supposed to mean, cinnamon stick?!”
“I mean you get to prove it now.” There was a familiar arrogant lift of Kaoru’s chin now, the same one he always got when Kojiro and him were about to beef at Crazy Rock. “Or are you all talk?”
“I don’t have anything to prove to you.” Kojiro muttered but had to admit that the thought of getting Kaoru to admit to his prowess in bed had a bizarre sort of appeal to it. He frowned as he stared at Kaoru. It would be super weird—they were best bros. But if he was being honest with himself, Kaoru was prettier than most of his girlfriends and it had been a while since he got laid. Maybe it could be fun. Kaoru was probably right, it wouldn’t be that different from whenever he put it in the back before and he definitely enjoyed the few times he had tried it.
“Is it just…butt stuff or is everything on the table?” Kojiro’s attention zeroed in on the lip ring. He was man enough to admit it was hot. It had given him a confusing boner the first time Karou showed up with it, flashing his self satisfied shit eating grin at how he no doubt pissed off his parents again. Now that Kaoru had shoved him into this line of thought, he couldn’t stop fixating on imagining how it would feel against his dick.
Kaoru sucked it into his mouth and worried it in a way that made him twitch in his pants.
“Full menu I guess. I want to figure out what I like so as long as you stop when I tell you to…it’s fair game.”
“Wow. I am so honored you picked me as your walking dildo.” Kojiro drawled. He felt a bit of heat in his gut at the prospect. It really could be fun. It was Kojiro’s favorite part about a new relationship, trying to figure out what made his partners feel good and melt under him. Even the pickiest, prickliest ones. Especially the prickliest ones. And they really didn’t come pricklier than Kaoru.
“Well, are you going to do it or not?” Kaoru’s arms crossed over his chest, annoyed and angry in a way that Kojiro knew was because he was feeling insecure.
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll be your walking dildo. Sounds like it could be fun.” Kojiro shrugged.
“Okay…thanks.” Kaoru tucked some hair behind his ear, looking bashful now. It was kind of cute how quickly he could swing between angry scowls and flustered modesty.
Kojiro smiled.
Yeah, this could be a lot of fun.