#i don't know who runs that org anymore but they are out of their damn minds

[luvwich]

nooooo they really tried it... nanowrimo really tried to pull off the "if you don't fw AI ur ableist! and... and CLASSIST!!!"

lmaoo

[akumanoken]

{Also, as a follow up to the "first time" choices~… Kyouya and Souji, perhaps~ :3c}

💗 Send me a ship and I’ll tell you what their ‘first time’ together was like 💗 @take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar

"YOU HAD NO FUCKING BUSINESS BEING HERE IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE!!"

It's how the argument started as Kyouya went into the room. Souji being in the bar was one thing, sure. He was dressed like a hostess in perhaps the one hostess bar Kyouya would LEAST want him to be… Not every hostess club was above board, and this one certainly wasn't one of them. Souji knew that too, damnit. The bocchan had to have known he would be scolded by Kyouya by showing up like that. What if it hadn't been Kyouya? What if it was someone who didn't know who he was? Or worse… one of those assholes in the org who knew exactly who he was?? And would've taken it as a green light to take the bocchan as their own? Just thinking of it made Kyouya boil inside….

But there was a fight that broke out, a rival group coming to cause trouble, and he was right in the crossfire… FIGHTING with the others no less!! If anything happened to him….

But no, instead of apologizing he just looked at Kyouya with that look… that pout. "I'm not helpless, Kyouya…"

"THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING POINT, BOCCHAN YOU ARE LITERALLY THE OYABUN'S SON AND YOU'RE OUT HERE---" he sighed, trying not to raise his voice again, since he knew a few guys were outside guarding the door. "You need to get out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere." Souji looked up and crossed his arms. "You're injured, yeah? At least let me treat you---"

"I WOULD--- I wouldn't be injured like this if you weren't here…"

"…no. You'd be worse off!! I'm sorry who knocked the block off that guy with the tanto?? Oh, it's me!!! Don't you fucking put this on me, Matsushita Kyouya… You're mad I was here, but you'd have a worse cut on you than you do now…"

"Tch… meanwhile why are you even here…and dressed like that??" Dressed so… fuck, if anyone else had touched Souji he would've---

"Are you really so stupid?? Do you think I came here looking to get fucked by some random?? Why am I anywhere you are?? Why have I always been right there in your GODDAMN line of sight? I've never been shy about it, Kyouya…" Souji sighed, running fingers through his hair. "…fine. I get it. I finally fucking get it. Shit maybe I should've been looking for a quick fuck instead of trying to get you to notice me--"

It took two strides for Kyouya to grab Souji's shoulders, shaking him some. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare."

"WHY?? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE A CLAIM ON ME!!! GOD KNOWS YOU'VE HAD PLENTY OF TI---"

Lips crashed on lips. Kyouya knew how Souji felt… and fuck he felt the same. Was it because he was the son of the oyabun, even if not by blood? That he was the golden child of the boss and because of it, off limits to officers, much less grunts? Because he knew if he touched Souji, he'd be subject to much more ridicule (and possibly subterfuge) than needed, and the group he had didn't deserve it?

Perhaps… but now… how could he stop himself??

He couldn't help but grin as Souji looked up at him after, so dazed, and pink. "Is that what you want? You little brat??" He pushed the other down on the bed, looming over Souji with a gleam in his eye. "You want me to claim you?" He felt his jaws ache, like a wolf that finally had his prey in his grasp. And with the other's wide, doe eyes, the way he bit his bottom lip, Kyouya licked his lips, grinning wider. He knew the other did…

He bit down on the other neck, not gentle at all. He was going to leave as many marks on Souji as he could, and Souji didn't stop him, moaning out the moment he started sucking on the skin. That was it, he couldn't take anymore. Hands ripped the dress Souji was wearing, tearing along the cloth without a care for how much it cost. He could get it replaced. He didn't care. He couldn't think straight. All he could think of was the soft skin underneath, biting and worrying his chest, down his stomach, to the panties underneath. "F-fuck, Sou…" he whispered, grabbing the delicate fabric with a fist and tearing it from the other's body. He was feral. After all this time, he needed to taste him.

Souji's squeal filled the room as he dove in, tongue pushing into the smaller's entrance. Souji's legs were lifted up, his moans loud. He didn't care. Let them hear. He wasn't going to tell him to quiet down. No, let him sob out while he pulled his own self free. He groaned hard, relieved to free his straining cock. It was then he pulled away, licking his lips. "Fuck… C'mere…"

He pulled Souji by his hips, bringing him against his length and groaned, bucking against the entrance. A moment to line up, and he pushed into the smaller, eyes greedily drinking in his expression. The way Souji's eyes fluttered up, his mouth opened silently. The way his back arched off the bed. The way Kyouya's name sounded being moaned so fervently from his lips. It made Kyouya twitch inside Souji, hands gripping the hips tighter. Enough for it to bruise later. Things to worry about after.

Yes… later. For now there was nothing but the feel of walls around him, squeezing down so good around his cock. He thrust into him madly, his own growls and moans louder than normal, but Souji's squeals and cries of his name made him go mad, letting go of Souji's hips, wrapping his arms around Souji's waist.

The nails on his back only made his desperate rutting go harder, faster, biting down on Souji's chest, on his neck. "F-fuck Sou…. so hot…" he managed to grunt. Nothing compared to the other's screams, his frantic cries of Kyouya's name, normally soft voice squeaking and high pitched, loud and growing hoarse.

"I'm… I'm!!!!"

Souji couldn't say it, but Kyouya understood.. he could feel it around him… in the way hot walls pulsed in time, harder and harder; a herald of things to come. "Go ahead… go ahead baby… fucking… fucking cum---HHHHHHHH" The walls clamped around him, and he looked up, watching Souji's spectacular show. Fuck… he wanted this all the time… he wanted no one else to see this. No one else could have this… could have him. Souji was his….. "Shiiiiit!!!" He wasn't far behind, thinking about having the other like this making him hit his limit, and he buried himself as deep as he could, vision hazing and mind blanking as he came. They were frantic riding it out as well, until Kyouya simply… collapsed on the other. "F-fuck… Fuck Souji…."

Souji was softly whimpering, clinging to the other. "K-Kyou…Kyou…" he said softly, the little nickname he made when they first met. It made Kyouya grin. Nails letting go, arms wrapping around the other's broad back, Souji chuckled. "…stay with me???"

Kyouya scoffed, a crooked grin on his face. "You kidding? You think I'm going to let anyone else have you?"