Another Place

Tyson's lips are always just... so soft. When they're pressed against Kazuhiko's own, when they're trailing down his throat, when they smile against his chest and when they wrap around his cock. He hadn't thought a guy's lips could feel so... nice. Not when he's been with girls with big, pretty lips, painted and glossed and perfectly soft and smooth.

"Ty..." Kazuhiko's almost-sorta-kinda-boyfriend hums when Kazuhiko gasps out his name, fingers curling and uncurling against the couch cushion he's sitting on. He swears Tyson smiles up at him, though with his mouth so full it's a bit hard to tell.

His face couldn't be any warmer than it is right now. Kazuhiko swears it feels like his skin is about to combust.

It's not even the first time Tyson's gone down on him- but every time is just so overwhelming. Not just the physical sensation- though Tyson's mouth is pretty amazing- but just... seeing Tyson, kneeling between Kazuhiko's legs, hands often resting on his thighs to steady himself (when they're not busy working Tyson's own hardness)... seeing his best friend gazing up at him with affection and lust. It's really the fact that it's Tyson specifically that leaves Kazuhiko feeling dizzy and dazed the moment Tyson's lips wrap around him.

"Ty, I- close-" Kazuhiko always tries to give Tyson warning, just in case Tyson ever wants to pull off, but he always doubles down, and when Kazuhiko comes, swallows every drop, which really doesn't help with that giddy, light headed feeling Tyson always brings out in him.

This time, though-

Tyson pulls off.

Kazuhiko lets out a confused whine, because- he was close, really close, what made Tyson stop-

There's a warm body in Kazuhiko's lap, pressing against his chest, and then Tyson's slick lips are pressing sloppily against Kazuhiko's own in a wet, hurried kiss. Kazuhiko returns it, eagerness bordering on desperation, and it takes him a moment to really take in Tyson's position, his appearance.

When they pull apart to breathe, quiet panting filling the air, Kazuhiko has to wonder- when did Tyson get his pants off?

Seeing another guy's dick itself isn't too weird, but seeing it flushed and hard still is- Kazuhiko doesn't feel repulsed by it, but it's always just... strange, seeing and feeling one from an angle entirely different from the only one he's known.

Before he can reach down between them, return the pleasure Tyson's given him in the only way he's comfortable doing so far, Tyson speaks.

"Can I keep going?" His voice is a bit rough, from arousal and probably a bit the strain of blowing Kazuhiko, and even though it's just about the opposite of what Kazuhiko liked in girls, he finds himself shivering in anticipation, arousal.

Tyson's fingers are wet when he grabs Kazuhiko's cock, presses up up between his legs, presses it-

Kazuhiko's eyes widen, and the hands he hadn't noticed grabbing onto Tyson's hoodie tighten, because- is he asking-?

It's a big step.

Kazuhiko's never even done it with a girl.

What if he's bad, or if he hurts Tyson, or if he panicks and changes his mind halfway through-

Tyson's lips are on his again, gentle this time. Reassuring.

Kazuhiko remembers to breathe, relaxes his hands, and nods.

Tyson's smile lights up the room, even if he also looks a little nervous.

(It's a little reassuring for Kazuhiko, knowing he's not the only one a bit tense. Has Tyson ever done this before? Before he can ask- )

Tyson doesn't whine or moan when he lowers himself onto Kazuhiko's waiting cock- he just breathes, slow and deep, eyes closed in concentration.

Kazuhiko has to bite his lips, hard, to keep from making an embarassing noise. It's hot, like Tyson's mouth, and wet- Tyson must have been preparing himself while he'd been sucking Kazuhiko off, and the thought sends a jolt through Kazuhiko's body- *Tyson, kneeling on the floor, mouth around Kazuhiko again, one hand braced for balance, the other buried three fingers deep in his own ass-

"Ty... Ty-" Kazuhiko doesn't know when he started saying Tyson's name, only noticed when Tyson quiets him again with a slow kiss, holding it until all of Kazuhiko is inside him.

"This is ok, right?" Tyson's voice is low, but a bit too breathy, wavering a bit too much to come off as fully calm. "You're ok?"

Kazuhiko nods mutely, and Tyson gives him another one of his dazzling smiles, before starting to move.

Tyson's rhythm might be jerky and slow, and he might need to pause often, body not used to moving in this way, but it's still the most incredible thing Kazuhiko's ever felt. After the first time Tyson raises himself up, before sinking back down, taking Kazuhiko to the hilt, Kazuhiko finds his hands gripping Tyson's bare hips, to ground himself as much as to try and help Tyson move.

Time feels like it stops, and all that's left is the sound of harsh breathing, muted gasps and groans and whines, and the quiet sound of skin and cloth moving.

It starts again far too soon.

"Ty, I'm...-"

"I know-" Tyson's gasp is barely intelligible, and he bites back a whine on the next downward movement. "I- please, in- is it ok- inside?"

Even when Kazuhiko's jerking Tyson off, he never hears Tyson start to fall apart like this.

Kazuhiko really likes it, and for once, doesn't have the extra brainpower to have a miniature existential crisis over that.

It's all he can do to nod, and then Tyson's kissing him again, desperate and needy, breaths and whines ghosting over Kazuhiko's lips and cheeks. Kazuhiko at least keeps enough of his brain working to get a hand between them, to find Tyson's neglected cock and give it some much deserved attention, and then-

Kazuhiko's never come so hard in his life.

When he can think again, Kazuhiko finds himself still sprawled on the couch, sweat drying on his skin and in his clothes, warm, familiar body still on his lap, curled against his chest.

Tyson's ear twitches when Kazuhiko moves a hand up to stroke his hair, bringing hazy eyes up to meet his own.

Tyson smiles, and Kazuhiko returns it.