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It's Only Life	By : XLiebeX Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Dir en grey, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Chapter 3

Glancing to my right, I check just to make sure Kyo is still with me. He is standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking at his feet like a scolded child. I hurry to unlock and open the door, feeling that at any moment, Kyo could run away.

Reaching over and taking Kyo’s wrist, I tug his left hand from his pocket and lead him in with me. Once we’re inside with the door shut, I falter for a second, feeling foolish. What am I doing? I don’t even know, to be honest.

That moment of upset passes quickly, and I reach for Kyo. I step close to him and rest my head on top of his, hesitantly placing my arms around his shoulders. My sunglasses slip off of my face and fall on the carpet with a nearly imperceptible thump as they bounce. After a moment, I feel Kyo’s arms wrapping around my torso, much to my surprise.

“Kaoru,” I hear him murmur against me, muffled against the fabric of my shirt covering my shoulder. It’s a soft sort of sound, inflection and all, and it makes me feel needed. Who would not enjoy that notion?

Separating from our embrace slightly, I meet his chocolate gaze. He is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous; the sentiment floors me as it looms up in my consciousness. Raising my hand, I touch his lips with one calloused finger, tracing the fullness of his lower one with reverence. Suddenly, I lift him up, feeling his slender legs automatically wrapping around my waist. Time seems to not exist for a few seconds as his eyes are level with mine.

“Can I…?” I breathe out, moving toward Kyo slightly, hesitating. I shut my eyes and move forward anyway, pressing my lips to his. It is gentle and brief; over before I want it to be.

A fraction of a moment passes and then, Kyo moves his hands to my shoulders and leans in toward me this time. His full, warm lips part against mine in a silent sort of offering. Soon, our tongues are sliding against one another and tangling together so perfectly that it feels choreographed.

Blindly, I turn and press his back to the hotel room’s door, using it to help support his small frame. His fingers sink into my hair and I press against him harder, feeling his legs grip around me tighter. We pull apart and I stare into his eyes for a fraction of a second as I contemplate what I need to say. “You might not be over Totchi,” I speak, at last, “but for tonight, I can make you hurt less.”

He starts to speak, brow furrowed, but I silence him with another long, thorough kiss. Kyo feels wonderful; perfect where he presses against me, warm and firm. I pull back and lick my lips, tasting him on them.

My hands settle on his sides while I turn and walk to the foot of the bed with him still wrapped around me. I lower him to his back on the bed, gently unhooking his legs from around my waist with a touch of remorse. While I have his feet, I remove the shoes and socks from them, tossing them to the side. He reaches to pull his black tee shirt over his head, I tell him to stop.

“Tonight, you don’t do anything.”

Kyo cracks a crooked smile at me briefly, obviously amused, and drops his hands. I move to him and take over the task I made him abandon, dropping the black fabric over the edge of the bed onto the carpet. His skin is beautiful; light and covered in muscle. His toned stomach looks firm and unyielding, and old scars from healed scratches are visible on his torso and chest. The tiger decorating his hip stands out vibrantly against the flesh.

Hesitantly, I reach out and trace one of the older, faded marks across Kyo’s ribcage, then another, and another, finding connections in each of them where they overlap one another. His eyes close and he exhales softly as I lightly follow his scars with my fingertips. It hurts me to see the damage on his body, but I realize that it is something he required in abundance.

Leaning down next to him, I press a kiss to his throat, dragging my lips down over his collarbone before pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. Experimentally, I lick one of his nipples before fastening my lips around the caramel-colored nub, suckling gently. Kyo makes a groaning sound that I quite enjoy, so I switch my attentions to the opposite nipple.

With one hand, I reach and drag my fingers down his bare side to the waistband of his jeans, earning a shiver from the vocalist. I feel his hands touching my face, pulling me up from his chest to his lips for a kiss. He stops after a moment and looks at me oddly.

“Kaoru,” he speaks softly, with an edge of a question to his tone.

“Yeah…?” I respond, feeling the soft tips of his fingers pressing on the skin covering my cheeks.

“Please, stop.” Kyo sounds as though he is ashamed as the words pass his lips. “I can’t do this now, tonight, but may I stay with you anyway?” His tone is so soft and unassuming that it would require a person to simply not have a heart to ignore its sincerity, to disregard the emotion there.

I nod, swallowing hard over an uncomfortable lump in my throat. As embarrassed as I am to feel rejected, I will try to push it aside for Kyo’s sake. The last thing he needs is for me to pile guilt on him.

Kyo and I both strip down to our boxers in preparation for bed. His are grey; mine, black. Peeling back the blanket and sheet, I slide beneath them and enjoy the cool temperature against my skin. Kyo follows suit, lying next to me. His body squirms around for a moment as he adjusts himself, then, it’s quiet in the room, save for the sound of us breathing.

“Kaoru… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

The sheets rustle again and I feel Kyo moving. I am a little shocked to feel him resting his head on my chest, his ear pressing over my ribcage. I wonder if he can hear the beating of my heart, thumping beneath my skin. His muscled arm wraps around my waist and I slide my own up to rest my hand on his shoulder. One of his legs twines between my longer ones and then, he is still. We lay tangled like that for a long time and I watch him fall asleep until I also drift away.

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The feeling of Kyo’s slender fingers kneading against my chest wakes me up. My eyes flutter open, and I am able to see that it is still very much night-time. My grip tightens around my singer’s compact body and my eyes shut once more. He shifts around, and I feel him sliding up. His presence is closer, suddenly, then, his lips press to my jaw.

After an almost thoughtful moment where he lingers there, the blessed softness of his lips graces mine. I can’t help myself as I haul him as close as I can, tasting the inside of his mouth with my eager tongue.

Kyo pulls away, and I open my eyes in response. He moves to the side and lies on his back, tugging on me to move me on top of him until he appears satisfied with our position. “Kiss me?”

It’s such a timid-sounding request that I feel my heart give a slight pang of tenderness. Obliging, my head dips down as I bring our mouths together again. Dark strands of my hair hang down, brushing against his cheeks as we kiss languidly. A gentle bite on my lower lip sends a pleasant and oddly warm shiver down my spine.

“Kaoru, I need you,” Kyo whispers against my lips, his breath fanning on my skin lightly.

I immediately wondered how exactly he needed me; not wanting to appear foolish by responding incorrectly, and I considered asking. Why? Why did he change his mind from earlier? Pushing those thoughts away, I kiss him again. It’s long and deep, earning a moan from the smaller man that I swallow down. His hips push up against me, grinding his groin against mine and I can feel that he is hard under his boxers, just as I am. I feel his hand creeping to push his underwear down, baring himself to me.

Propping up on my hands, I look down at Kyo with unmasked curiosity on display. After feeling like I have for this man for so long, it’s difficult to hide my enthusiasm. As my eyes roam, they take in the beautiful sight before them like it is the first time they have ever had the ability to see.

Kyo’s cock is quite large in proportion to his small stature, already becoming rigid, nestled in soft-looking dark curls. Eager to touch it, my hand reaches out and grips the silky heat of his member almost reverently. He takes a hissed inward breath when I grasp his length, using a slow upward stroke. “Kyo…” I breathe out, feeling my pulse thudding excitedly.

The vocalist makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, brow furrowing gently. His eyes are closed to mine as I peer at him, contemplating what I wish to ask him. “Have you ever been made love to?” I inquire at last, feeling probably more foolish than I ever have before in my life, “With Totchi, with anyone? Romantically,” I clarify, staring down at him, watching his face.

“Not really,” Kyo replies after a while, looking suspicious as he stares back up at me.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” I elaborate further, realizing how incredibly stupid I must sound as I say these words to Kyo, “I want to make love to you.” Because, honestly, who goes around saying things like this? Someone baring their emotions, I would imagine, but that notion does little to soothe me.

“Show me then.” Kyo’s voice is incredulous, even as the words pass his full lips. “Make love to me.”

I press a chaste kiss to his lips and then to his pulse, where I choose to linger, smelling his skin. His blonde head tips backward on the pillow as a soft noise slips from him. My tongue licks damply from his pulse point down to the hollow of his throat, collecting the faintly salty flavor of his flesh as it goes. I press kisses in a moist line down the warm expanse of Kyo’s chest and torso, down to his straining cock.

Dragging my calloused fingers down his bare thighs, I nuzzle against his member, smelling his distinctly male scent. I lick him tentatively, my wet tongue swiping the head experimentally before my lips slip down, taking him into my mouth. The taste is a peculiar, strong one, even while it is inherently familiar somewhere deep inside of me. Kyo grunts softly and his hips roll slightly, fucking my mouth. It goes slowly and I do my best to learn quickly as I go, my tongue scrubbing the sensitive underside, and my lips gently sucking the head.

With each positive sound, I grow bolder until Kyo is writhing under me, pushing toward my ministrations. Easing off, I gradually stop, raising my head to look at him. His expression is a vaguely distressed one over my stopping, his eyes not yet open and his brow furrowed. He exhales and looks down toward me, wetting his lips with a small, pink tongue.

“Come on,” Kyo murmurs, “Please…”

I swallow, feeling anxious now, as I clamber off of the bed, seeking my luggage. I find it, crouching down and rummaging through one of the side pockets. With my lubricant in my hand, I feel completely stupid. I have never really had use for it, save for a few masturbation sessions, but for some reason, it seems a little silly.

“I thought we would have to go bare.” Kyo actually cracks a smile and it’s a charmingly crooked display that has me unable to resist the urge to reciprocate it.

“Lucky break, I guess,” I say, relaxing a little, popping the cap on the bottle and climbing back onto the bed.

“Give me that,” Kyo demands, sitting up and gesturing toward the lube. “Take your clothes off.”

I comply with both of his blunt orders, with my excitement rising, as I hand over the lube and shuck off my boxers. It’s at this point, I realize that I am extremely hard and I begin to worry about holding out long enough for Kyo. But in all fairness, Kyo should be about level with me, if not more turned on… or so I hope. I stop thinking and watch Kyo prepare himself.

He squeezes the slick liquid into his hands and coats his fingers in it. A smirk pulls at his lips while he reaches between his legs. With deliberately arousing movements Kyo rims and penetrates himself with his fingers, spreading them apart against the resistance of his muscles.

I dare to think that he hasn’t let himself get out of practice. His eyelashes flutter for a moment and he moves his fingers around more, making sure that his entire passage is sufficiently slicked. He removes his digits and crooks one at me, beckoning. “Come here.”

Doing as told, I sidle up next to him, bracing on my side. An oily hand wraps around my length, stroking slickly and making my eyes close tightly from so much pleasure that it almost hurts. His grip is firm and confident, as though we have done this many times before. I begin to worry as my stomach tenses up with lust and eagerness. “Kyo, please,” I say, feeling embarrassed. “If you keep going—” I loathe voicing this particular concern.

“You’ll hold out as long I can,” Kyo interrupts, smiling in a vaguely sheepish way. “Are you ready?” His hand slips from my dick and settles on the mussed, white sheets.

“Are you?” I ask, moving between his legs. It is almost a stunning notion to realize where exactly I am and what I am about to do. Even more shocking is the knowledge that Kyo is willing, accepting of me and my advances. As Kyo nods, letting me part his legs, my heart drops into my stomach anxiously as I look down at him. His eyes are glazing over as I meet their gaze, making him look even more sensual than he already did. But I have never done this and I am anxious.

I swallow, gripping my cock in my hand and guiding it to his entrance, pushing carefully into the firm grasp of his muscles. My eyes clench shut for a moment as I rest there, unbelievably turned on by every aspect of what is happening.

I start pumping into Kyo with slow, measured strokes. My plan isn’t to just start hammering away— Now that I’m here, I would like to stay here for a while. My hands grip his hips firmly and I draw him to me with each thrust. One, two, three, four… I count each stroke in my head, until my train of thought is too hard to keep up with.

By that point, I am willing to pursue my own needs. My thrusts get a little faster and Kyo lets loose a groan; a husky, pleasure-muddled noise. A jolt runs through my gut at the sound, the way it sometimes does when I hear him sing. Thrusting faster earns me more moans and sounds from him, my favorite being a muted mewling noise.

There has always been a deeply seductive quality to Kyo’s voice that never fails to excite me. So much for holding off, I think as I hurry my pace. I will do anything to keep him like this, crying out and writhing from my ministrations. I catch Kyo reaching up to his own mouth, attempting to muffle himself with his fingers, and remove them myself. I’ll be damned if he does that and robs me of this experience. Even if the whole hotel heard and their management came banging on the door, it would not make a bit of difference to me.

Kyo’s hand slides down to his hip, seeking the wrist of one of my hands and sliding up to my shoulder to pull me down closer to him. His mouth catches mine hungrily, his teeth even nipping my lips a few times. Propping up, I rock my hips, figuring how to thrust from this faintly troublesome angle. Feeling Kyo’s legs locking around my waist, I break the kiss and rise up so I can move more easily. I begin driving myself into his heat without a single care now; knowing that he is close, his body tensed and his cock smearing pre-cum on his abdomen.

A strangled version of that mewling sound meets my ears as Kyo cums. His legs tighten their hold on me and his hands grip my back wherever they find purchase, nails digging in and scratching. The dark depths of his eyes are sheathed by his eyelids. My teeth clench together and I groan as his inner muscles clamp down on my cock in continuous waves. My thrusts continue until I feel my stomach tense up unbearably and give out and I let Kyo’s ungodly tight muscles milk me dry. Letting myself collapse onto him, I exhale, still feeling the lingering pleasure of my release.

Something is off though, I sense this immediately. A shaky gasp escapes Kyo and my stomach drops with concern, praying that I had not done something horribly wrong to upset him. An even worse thing would be if I managed to hurt him somehow and never noticed. “Kyo…?” I ask, rising up to look at him.

His brown eyes seem to glitter with crystalline tears in them that slowly course onto his cheeks and off the side of his face, onto the pillow to leave tiny, irregular splatters. “I don’t understand,” he chokes out, a weak sob mangling the last word.

I shush Kyo gently, wiping his tears for the second time tonight. My lips press soothingly to his forehead, his jaw, his cheeks, and eyelids—anywhere I can find. The flavor of his tears is strong and salty on my tongue as it swipes across my lips. “Stay here,” I murmur, sliding out of the bed, taking the time to place the sheets back on Kyo. Padding to the bathroom, I turn on the water in the tub, watching the rectangular hollow fill up for a long moment before heading back to the bed. Hopefully, my brief absence will have given him a moment or two to gather himself.

As carefully as I can, I reach down and pick Kyo up, cradling him against me. A questioning look paints his features and attempts to work its way into speech, but I gently quiet him again. Once in the bathroom, I cautiously lower him into the bathwater, climbing in next to him. Soaping my hands, I draw Kyo’s back against my chest, sliding my slick palms down his arms and chest. One hand plunges under the water line, smoothing against his abdomen, as the other slides up the back of his neck.

“Explain to me what is wrong,” I say, curious as to what Kyo is feeling. My hands keep themselves busy by massaging at his soft, damp skin.

“I don’t understand, Kaoru… How can you just be like this?” he questions, appearing hesitant and lost for words. At least he no longer seems as though he is going to cry.

“How am I being?” I inquire, genuinely perplexed.

Kyo pauses, thinking. “… Romantic?” he finally comes up with. His shoulders shrug delicately, like he is unsure if he is using the correct term that he was searching for.

“I did say that I wanted to make love to you, Kyo.” There is that low flush of shame again at such a feminine phrase.

“But how could you just do something like that? How can you have sex with me and just make it seem important?” Kyo murmurs, craning around so that he can see me. “How could you look at me, fucking me, and make me feel like the center of your world?”

Leave it to Kyo to phrase things so eloquently, even when he is confused and emotional. Then again, that is what he does best, after all. “That’s easy; because it is important. You are important to me. What is so hard to understand?” I can’t believe how easily this is all coming out. The truth of the matter is that nothing is ever as simple as it appears, but to give such reassurance is heady.

“With Toshiya, we were fuck-buddies. We had constant sex and he called us a couple, but it never truly felt like it. Maybe I just invested too deeply. It was obvious that things were off, but I wanted something. I wanted somewhere to put my feelings, not just my urges. After a while, I thought that if I wanted it badly enough, I could make him…”

“Love you?” I offer, my voice croaking slightly with an ominous sort of weight settling in my throat, at the top of my chest. What Kyo voiced are my exact fears. Feeling all of these emotions for him; wishing he felt the same way, but knowing that I have no power to force how someone else feels for me.

“Yes,” he replies in a soft voice. “Toshiya was with me for so long and I had an abundance of physical sustenance, but very little emotional nurturing. It hardly seems fair.”

It is unlike Kyo to complain in his favor when it comes to matters such as these, so I know this must really be eating at him. I press my lips together, seeking a way to respond without putting Totchi down to make myself look better. That is immature, but at the same time, I am tempted to do so.

“Actually, it’s damned unfair,” Kyo says, a bit resigned. Perhaps, it is decisiveness I hear in his husky tone. “Not once with him did I ever feel like I did with you earlier.”

“How was that?” I ask hesitantly. In spite of me, a small bit of hope begins bubbling in my stomach. The pessimistic part of me hopes that whatever Kyo has to say doesn’t inadvertently crush this steadily building feeling.

“Loved; and to be honest, that scares me.”

I don’t know whether to be offended or not. Suddenly, I realize that the water in the tub is much deeper than it was before, and I reach to turn off the knobs, twisting one with each hand. Kyo’s hands seek mine out blindly, pulling them back to rest on his body.

I hold him tightly for a moment, before using them to cup water in my palms, pouring it over Kyo’s blonde hair. He tilts his head toward my chest, the water running back onto me. “Are you afraid of it?” I ask, finally.

“Just a little, but only because it’s unexpected from you,” Kyo says a bit bluntly.

“Why is that?” I ask, a little affronted, yet genuinely interested to gain insight to Kyo’s perception of me. My hands move of their own will, easing more water onto Kyo’s blonde locks and carefully making sure that stray droplets don’t sneak onto his face.

“I’m not saying that you are not a good friend. That is just all that I ever expected you to be. Toshiya seemed like he was the only one who would be able to develop those feelings toward me.” Kyo turns his body to the side, resting his left ear against me. “I mean, Die and Shinya obviously have some chemistry. But you seem removed from the rest of us, sometimes.”

I say nothing, just listening and gently tracing his jaw-line with my fingers. Everything that he is saying makes sense to me as I absorb it. Especially lately, I am more reserved than I used to be with everyone. It’s mainly the focus that I have to use to keep us working as a group; things like that get stressful and it does take a bit of a my enthusiasm away from the bonding aspect of the band.

Kyo chuckles, a charmingly low, throaty noise that make me feel warm for a moment. “You know, when we first met, I wanted your attention so badly. I would have killed myself to get you to notice me, but it never really seemed to happen. Not completely.”

“That changed?” I ask, mildly hurt to think that it might have; even more to think that I hadn’t noticed. Such a huge oversight would make me feel like a miserable bastard and I hope that’s not the case. I find myself praying, hoping to somehow sway Kyo’s response.

“Some things never do, but it was stupid to think, really,” Kyo says with an edge of bitterness to his voice. It’s a self-chastising tone, as though he was feeling guilty over something. As far as I can see, Kyo has done nothing wrong here.

Vaguely amused beneath my potential hurt, I say, “Kyo… you obviously have my attention.”

“Because I’m needy right now and you have me naked.” Kyo is edging around with his words, making up excuses for why I would even bother to be attentive toward him and his feelings. Would it really be that damned hard for him to simply accept it for what it is?

“Kyo,” I start, lightly chastising, “I was content enough to let you sleep with me without having sex with you.” Perhaps, he requires a bit of a reminder of that little fact.

“So, you are saying that I could have ignored you, sexually, and that would have been okay? You would still be paying attention to me and acting the same way that you are right now?” Kyo is getting more blustery and combative by the second, but it’s kind of cute, only because it seems so hard to ruffle him, visibly.

“Kyo,” I say, turning him toward me and locking eyes with him, “I brought you back with me because I was worried about you. If you think that having sex with me is the only way to get my attention— you’re wrong.” I close my eyes and press my head to his.

“Do you promise?” The childishly earnest tone lets me know how tired he is becoming.

This conversation will be over very soon and, for some reason, I feel as though a window, that I just managed to push open, is closing. “Do you know how much you mean to me?” I ask him, honestly wanting to just emote.

I feel him shaking his head from side to side. He does not say a word, but I can literally feel curiosity radiating from his anticipatory silence. “You mean so much to me and you can have all of my attention, Kyo. I’ll give it to you gladly...” My hand strokes against his blonde hair, smoothing it down.

“Really…?” His voice is so damned vulnerable and it serves to remind me of how complex of a person Kyo can be. The toughness is a bit of a veneer for the softer, open part of him that he keeps carefully concealed. I think that he believes that being too open will only get him hurt. I do not have any plans to hurt him.

“Really,” I reply, speaking with complete sincerity. “If you want, I’ll prove it to you. I will keep being like this and, not once, will I let it become sexual.”

The water in the tub sloshes and Kyo is turned around, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Prove it to me, but not like that— that’s not fair at all,” he pauses, lips pressing to mine, “Because you’re a pretty good lover.”

I feel my ego swelling, just a touch, and a smile curves on my mouth, under Kyo’s lips. My slippery hands reach and find purchase on his skin; one on his shoulder, the other on his hip. “Kyo,” I say, pulling back, “You’re going to regret not getting any sleep tonight, if you keep going.”

“I don’t care, Kaoru. I can sleep anywhere, and if I want to make up for this badly enough, I will.” A truer statement had probably never been spoken. A chuckle slips out of me at his eagerness.

“Alright, you win.” Then, for the second time tonight, my hands explore Kyo’s compact body, feeling his slick, wet skin. The muscles on his stomach twitch under my palms as I slide them down to hold his hips once more as he straddles me, kissing me deeply again.

God, he tastes wonderful, that unique flavor that’s all his own is strong on my taste buds. The lack of cigarette aftertaste shocked me during our first kiss, but now I’m trying to pinpoint what he tastes like. Maybe I can’t name it… maybe his flavor is just indescribable. All of my senses are in overdrive as we touch and kiss each other. A jolt sizzles down the back of neck as Kyo’s tongue traces my ear, hot and wet, his lips catching my earlobe gently. My hands slide down to hold his firm ass, my grip earning me a deep moan from my singer.

“I’m ready,” Kyo says, flicking his eyes to mine, “Are you?”

What sort of a question is that? I have trouble believing that I would ever be anything other than ready to be intimate with Kyo. I nod an affirmative. “Do you need anyth—”

“No,” Kyo cuts me off. He adjusts himself slightly on my lap, one hand on my shoulder for support while the other reaches down and takes hold of my member. In a matter of moments, he manages to sheath my cock inside of him, settling in and squirming faintly.

My breath stops in my throat as Kyo sinks down onto my length with a groan. The water in the tub is nothing at all like the lubricant we used earlier and the much tighter grip of Kyo’s muscles is mind-blowing. “Are you alright?”

“Mm, stop asking me,” Kyo murmurs, eyes closed, “I’ll tell you if anything is wrong.”

My face flushes in embarrassment for a second. I know that I tend to be a little uptight and, even, neurotic about things, but I just want to make sure that Kyo is completely comfortable.

Kyo smiles as though he senses this, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Just fuck me and do it hard, this time.”

Glad to oblige, I grasp his hips and pull him down on me. The sound of the water sloshing with each motion fills the bathroom in the pauses between the sounds of our skin moving together and the moans coming from both of us. The rougher I become; the louder Kyo cries— if I didn’t know any better, I would think he was in pain. But the expression of pleasure on his face pushes that thought under the water and drowns it.

Kyo reaches for his cock in between our bodies, grasping his length and pumping at it. A choked, guttural groan comes from him, and he jerks himself faster, his crooked teeth catching his full lips almost cruelly. My hips buck into his heat steadily, my fingers digging into his skin hard, but short of harming him. “Come on, Kyo— cum for me,” I croon to him, punctuating the request with more hard thrusts into his body.

Kyo has never been much of one to take orders, but this one, he does. His voice hangs up on a cry and his semen splatters on my chest and oozes out on his hand as he cums again. The tightness of his muscles is better than before and I cum twice as hard, tossing my head back and riding out the length of my orgasm. Once we catch our breath well enough, Kyo slides off of me, settling in the water next to me, his head against my chest.

“Look at this,” I say in a mock-angry tone, indicating the water, “Now the water isn’t fit for bathing in anymore.”

Kyo scoffs and unplugs the tub, letting the water run out slowly. He stands, giving me an excellent view of his firm ass, as he shuts the glass door around the tub and turns on the shower instead. “Come on,” he says, “I promise we’ll get clean this time.”
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