(wip) sk8 | joe/cherry

[kiyala]

“Kaoru, please.” Kojiro sounds ragged. Not wrecked. Not yet. “Can I please move?”

Just because Kojiro is asking so nicely, Kaoru clenches around him and delights in the broken moan it earns him, the soft thud of Kojiro throwing his head back against the couch cushions in his frustration.

“No,” Kaoru says, just to be perfectly clear. He keeps his gaze fixed on the wall behind the couch, where Carla is projecting an article for him to read. “You were watching something. Don’t let me interrupt.”

“You can’t just —“ Kojiro cuts himself off because evidently, Kaoru can, and will.

“Oh?” Kaoru drags his gaze away from the article so he can smile down at Kojiro. He grinds his hips down in a small circle, just to be mean. Just to watch Kojiro’s eyes roll back and feel the way his muscles tense beneath Kaoru. “Tell me more about what I apparently can’t do. I can’t just climb into your lap and sit on your dick? Is that it?”

“Kaoru,” Kojiro whines. Begs. It’s addictive.