“I am going to move into Kimiko’s house next month.”

The words hung in the air above them like a ghost.

The compressor on the fridge clicked off, and they sat facing each other on opposite ends of the couch, motionless in deafening silence. 

Then, something changed in Rein’s eyes. His posture went from rigid to relaxed and his breathing evened out.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Rein slunk closer to Akito on the couch, his face a breath away from Akito’s. Despite the circumstances, the proximity heated up Akito’s skin. He searched Rein’s face for answers, for a clue as to what he was thinking.

But he had been shut out. 

“You asked me if I was prepped,” he said, sliding into Akito’s lap, “said talking to me was not the only reason you’re here...”

“It wasn’t. I wanted to tell you in person because,” Akito swallowed, holding Rein's hips, “it doesn't have to change anything between us, but I can't offer you more—”

Rein cut him off with a kiss. Akito pushed him away gently, “Rein, are you listening?”

“We can still have sex, right?” He breathed, lips close to Akito's, “I need to have sex. Right now.”

“Rein, we should talk about this,” Akito said, even as the hungry look on Rein’s face was quickly getting him hard. 

Rein sensed it, smirking when he felt Akito’s arousal under him, “There’s nothing to talk about.” He pulled his t-shirt off and slid a hand down his pants to stroke himself. 

It spurred Akito into action. He helped Rein get completely naked and pulled him to sit more comfortably on his lap. 

“Let me,” he said, and took over from Rein, only to have limited success. 

A problem they’d never encountered before.

Rein didn't let him linger. He tipped Akito's chin up and kissed him again, the taste of Yuzu and Rein invading his mind. He guided Akito’s head down and Akito took the cue, kissing him and sucking his way down to a nipple.

Rein sucked in a breath as he licked it, and took it between his teeth. The effect was instantaneous. Rein was immediately harder in Akito's hand, so Akito lavished the other nipple with the same attention.

Rein undid Akito’s pants and slid down his body. His hands were warm. Tongue hot. 

He looked up at Akito as he took him into his mouth. Rein suckled at the head before sliding down slowly, taking him in bit by bit, nearly whole before he pulled up for air. Then he did it again.  

Akito groaned, fisting a hand in Rein’s soft, messy hair. He helped Rein get a little further on his way down, to take him deeper each time. 

When Rein’s lips finally met the base, Akito’s back arched off the couch. “Fuck…”

He held Rein there for as long as he knew Rein could usually take, but Rein didn’t come up for air when he let him go. He kept Akito deep in his throat and bobbed his head slowly. Akito tipped his head back, groaning at the sensation.

Rein did not let up even as tears beaded in his lashes, and his face turned a burning pink. 

“Breathe…” Akito reminded him, “Rein breathe...”

Rein pulled off, gasping for air and lightheaded. He mouthed at Akito’s hardness with swollen lips, his hand having replaced his mouth, as they both caught their breath. 

Then Rein pushed Akito to lie on the couch, and straddled him. 

Akito put his fingers in Rein’s mouth, for him to suck and lick and get them wet. Akito pulled him down for a kiss as trailed his fingers along Rein’s back. Rein hummed in pleasure as Akito put them in.

“Where’s the lube?” Akito said, as Rein sat up to ride Akito’s fingers.

“No time,” Rein gasped, pulling off of Akito’s fingers, “put it in.”

“Rein—”

Rein sank down on Akito, hissing. 

“Slow…” Akito gripped Rein’s hips to still him, “Slow, Rein.” 

He was impossibly tight and definitely needed lube. 

Rein took Akito’s hand and brought it to his neck, his breathing erratic.

Akito’s hand curled around it, his hold tightening when Rein attempted to move. He stilled, heeding Akito's command. 

Eyes fixed on Rein’s unusually opaque gaze, Akito stroked Rein’s hardness. 

Rein relaxed under the movements of Akito’s hand. The vice grip of his body easing. Akito did an experimental thrust, watching for any signs of pain. 

Rein gasped, “Ready, I’m ready.”

The furrow on his brow wasn't very convincing, but Akito stopped the strokes of his hand and set a slow pace. 

Sounds of Rein’s pleasure setting his mind somewhat at ease.

Rein steadied himself with a palm on Akito’s chest and began moving on his own. 

Akito hissed at bolts of pleasure spearing through him. Rein was a sight to behold.

Flushed, moaning, eyes squeezed shut under the pleasure he was giving himself.

Kimiko would never compare. 

Not even close.

Drops of precum dripped from Rein's tip onto Akito’s stomach, and his rhythm began to falter. 

Akito guided his pace with the hand still wrapped loose around Rein's neck.

“That’s it…” Akito sighed, meeting Rein’s hips.

Rein could no longer move.

Akito gripped his hips with both hands and drove into him. Rein’s body grew taut, back arching. 

“You're doing so good, Rein,” Akito said through gritted teeth, “you'll cum…untouched, okay?”

Rein's grip on Akito's shirt tightened. Buttons ripping. “Can't!”

The wet spot he was making grew larger despite his words.

“You can,” Akito said, his own movements stuttering, “come on…”

And with a long cry, Rein did.

He spilled all over Akito’s shirt, dribbling more cum with each thrust against his prostate as Akito helped him ride it out.

Rein shifted so his weight was on his arms and began riding Akito. He was flinching at the overstimulation, movements weak, but enough to tip Akito over the edge.

He came with a clipped moan, holding Rein still and filling him up.

Then the room was quiet again, save for their ragged breathing.

Rein searched around them, and Akito wadded up Rein’s discarded t-shirt and handed it to him. Pulling off with shaky legs, Rein pressed the t-shirt to the mess he was leaking. 

Akito grabbed his wrist when he was about to walk away, “We can clean up later,” he said, gesturing to his sticky shirt, “come lie with me.”

Rein pulled his hand free. “I think it’s best you go home.” 

Akito huffed a laugh, “Are you serious?”

Rein disappeared into his bedroom and came back with Akito’s hoodie and dropped it on the coffee table. “Here’s a change of clothes,” he said, not looking at Akito, “you can use the shower in the second bedroom. I have an early morning so see yourself out. And text me in advance next time you’re coming over.”