shineoncrazydiamond | where oowada loses all ability to can.

where oowada loses all ability to can.

[oowada isn't sure what he was expecting exactly.

bro's not home, shouldn't be home for the next few hours. they had come in together, had something to eat, ishimaru had been talking about some... thing with equations or formulas or some kind of science shit he was currently studying and whatever, he passed his test, so oowada just blanked out on the rest. he does that a lot whenever ishimaru talks about school or cram and especially when he starts in on the mondo don't you want to better society and become an upstanding citizen who separates their trash on time and what the fuck, kiyotaka but whatever.

he's used to it. in fact, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it sometimes. he's got his own man's path to follow and if ishimaru has stricter rules, that's his business. oowada has enough to deal with his gang and keeping his bike fixed up.

normally they'd go for a ride together, it had become a thing to do when they were alone and oowada wanted to share the wind whipping through their hair and the world zooming by them.

today though. they're in his room. they're sitting on his bed.

and then ishimaru pulls the book out of his bag and oowada is left sitting shirtless and cold.]

...the hell are you doing?

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[he laughs against his neck, breath a hot huff. he likes when ishimaru feels him up, drags his hands all over his muscles, the parts of his body he built to be strong and make it so he could handle anything.

he's shivering underneath that teasing touch until he feels that grind, pleasure shooting right down his spine and his hips roll. he buries his face into his shoulder, muffling the too loud groan, and then his teeth are sinking into his skin.]

Fuck.

Ow!

[Did he just...did Oowada just bite him? Ishimaru pulls his hair again in retaliation, this time enough to hurt.]

I just told you to -

[He never manages to finish this reprimand, because he cuts himself off with a rather loud groan of his own.]

Ow!

[WHY ARE YOU PULLING HAIR.]

No one's gonna see your shoulder!

[and he goes sink his teeth back in, not breaking the skin but definitely leaving a mark. but before he can start in again, a hand settles at the small of ishimaru's back, pressing his hips forward the same time oowada rocks up.

oh shit.]

[Any retort Ishimaru has in mind vanishes, as do any other thoughts, and the noise he makes this time is more akin to a shout than anything else.

He is not the kind of person to swear - at least not out loud - but the first word he latches onto after he begins to regain his bearings is damn.

His breathing is ragged and his face is tinged a deep red, and when he is finally capable of coherent thought again his first thought is that even though his plan to rile up Oowada is hilarious, it's going to be equally frustrating for the both of them.]

[oowada has to blink a couple times, because whoa, that friction was killer in the best ways and he's more than turned on now, body running hot and already beginning to sweat.

he settles his hands back on ishimaru's waist, drops down to his back, bringing him down with him and grunts happily at the weight bearing down his chest.

yes. good.]

Damn, Kiyotaka. What I wanna do to you...

[Ishimaru spends a few moments just breathing, and he almost considers just letting Oowada do what he wants.

But he wouldn't really be satisfied with that, and he's pretty sure Oowada wouldn't appreciate it being so easy either, no matter what he's thinking right now.]

...Ah...wait a second...

[He's a little weak in the knees, but he gets himself upright and after giving the room a cursory glance, he finds the guide he was reading earlier and flips to a random page.

Now, all he has to do is wait.

...Though it would probably be a good idea to prepare himself for a punch or two.]

[

what the hell where are you goin-]

[WHAT THE HELL.]

[NO

SERIOUSLY

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???

HE IS SITTING HERE HARD AS HELL, FACE RED, BREATHING IRREGULAR, HE IS READY AND HAVING HAD ISHIMARU IN HIS LAP HE KNOWS HE WAS READY TOO.]

[okay. okay.

you wanna play rough.

fine.

this is oowada. getting on his feet, staring hotly at ishimaru's back before he bends over him, using his height, nostrils flaring and face red.

and that book in your hands? gone. ripped out of your hands and thrown somewhere off in his room.]

I'm gonna rip that fucking thing to pieces, tear it apart by running it over with my bike, until the fucking tree it came from cries.

But first?

[ishimaru is now being lifted off his feet, thrown over oowada's shoulder, and after oowada turns, thrown onto his bed.]

[this is oowada, clambering heavily over you, pinning you down with his weight before shifting and grabbing your legs so they're framing his waist. with a hard roll of his hips that makes his own breath hitch, he leans down until their mouths are touching, growling:]

I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, you bitch.

[Ishimaru gasps wordlessly, and when he regains his composure he just wraps his arms around Oowada's neck, smiling confidently against his lips.]

That's more like it.

[He kisses Oowada hungrily and moves his hands to his shoulders, digging into his skin with blunt fingernails.

That was pretty terrifying, but it was an exhilarating sort of terrifying.

...And, speaking frankly, it was a huge turn-on.]

[oh, fuck you. you did that on purpose. that just pushes his buttons in the bestworsedoitagain way and oowada hasn't ever felt like this before. this adrenaline rush that's so different from using his fist and ugh, that little shit is kissing him now and he kisses back just as hard.]

You've got five seconds to get those pants off or I'm gonna tear 'em the fuck off.

[and he's sitting up to slide out of his.]

[Ishimaru feels the same way about his pants as he does about his jacket, and fortunately pants take very little time to fold even if you're awful at it. And so they join the rest of his clothing on the floor in a (mostly) neat little pile.

It's still a little awkward for him to place himself in such a vulnerable position. That said, he's putting himself in such a position in front of the one person he trusts completely, so while it's a little weird, it's not anything he feels bad about.]

[his body falls back over ishimaru's, feels warm and good against his skin. makes it s easy for the filth to start falling from his mouth, especially when he settles his hips back down and thrusts against him.]

Gonna fuck you so hard you can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but make a mess in my bed.

[as far as oowada is considered he doesn't need to be inside him to fuck him, wreck him, leave him sweaty and sated and covered in their come.]

[Well, he's already pretty close to getting the "can't think" down. Each thrust is another rush of pleasure, each just a little more intense than the last, and it's all Ishimaru can think about: the heat of Oowada's body, the filthy words being spoken to him, the want and the need for more.

His unbridled moans are more often than not incoherent, but every once in a while a single word will slip out relatively intact - Mondo, the name Ishimaru calls him whenever they're alone together, whether it's just to talk or something as intimate as this.]

[oowada likes that no matter how loud he is, ishimaru is just as loud. loud and male and sounding broken because of him - any jitters he had thinking about this moment are gone, he's too aroused, too caught up in the feeling of pinning his boyfriend to the bed and rocking against him until he screams.

he hears his name, it has him wrapping ishimaru's legs back around his waist, crushing their hips closer together.]

C-C'mon, c'mon, know you can be louder.

[as for oowada, he's grunting, groaning, moaning, swearing up a storm; unembarrassed and unashamed.]

[In an act of defiance, Ishimaru goes stone silent for all of maybe ten seconds. That's all he can manage, really, before the sounds he's bottling up tear themselves from his throat and give Oowada what he wants.

He rolls his hips upward to meet Oowada's, desperate for more contact, more friction, more anything as long as it feels this good.]

[oowada would have them rutting against each other for the rest of the afternoon if he had his way, would keep going even if they rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

his stamina says otherwise of course, can feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine, own body trembling from the added force of his thrusts when he starts to move even harder, until the bed is creaking loudly.]

[It's Ishimaru who comes first, spattering his own abdomen, with a scream he is fairly certain the neighbors can hear. He clutches at the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, his mind goes completely blank for just an instant, his back arches - he doesn't know how he ever thought he could live without this, without Mondo, and -

And then his orgasm peters out, but Ishimaru continues to meet Oowada's thrusts, determined to do so until his boyfriend comes too.]

[luckily the neighbors are used to loud noises coming from the oowada household, although the cause before was always two brothers on the warpath when something went wrong. biker gangs, love 'em or leave 'em.

it doesn't take much longer after for oowada to reach his orgasm, vision blinding white while his hips move relentlessly until he drops on top of the boy below him with a groan. he murmurs kiyotaka, like a secret prayer and presses a kiss to his neck. he can feel the sticky slide of come between their bellies but he isn't in any hurry to move and clean up.

with a blissful slur:]

T'ld you I'd make you f'l good.

[Ishimaru is feeling merciful, so he gives it about thirty seconds before he opens his mouth to say something, squeezing words out in between ragged breaths.]

You...you bit me, you...

[He can't bring himself to say "bastard," no matter how much he wants to. Not because he doesn't think Oowada is a bastard, but because of his aversion to profanity.]

...You jerk.

[YOU THOUGHT HE'D LET THAT GO, DIDN'T YOU OOWADA]

[you're right. he is a jerk.

because he starts laughing.]

What are you laughing about? That hurt!

It was just a nip! Took you long 'nough to bring it up, couldn't be that bad.

[stretching out beside you now mmmmmm.]

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