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“What the fuck was that?”
Kai flicked his eyes up to meet Touya’s in the mirror’s reflection but didn’t turn around. Not even when the bathroom door partially opened behind him after swinging closed and Touya shoved whoever had tried to get through out again and this time locked the door behind him.
“What was what?” Kai relented when it was clear the other boy wouldn’t leave him be.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Touya hissed, stepping closer. Kai just raised an eyebrow at him. “Elliot? Jayden?”
“Jayden!” Kai snapped his fingers, turning the tap off and flicking drops of water into the sink before reaching for a paper towel. “I’d been calling him Jason in my head this whole time.”
“Very fucking funny.”
“Friend of yours?” Kai asked, finally turning to look at him, working the bunched up paper over each finger, one by one, meticulous and deliberate. “An ex? Doesn’t seem your type.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Touya bracketed Kai against the sinks with one hand on either side of his head so quickly his fingers squeaked against the mirror. The slighter boy whistled a long low note and tossed his towel over Touya’s shoulder into the bin. He missed.
“That bad, huh? Or was it the friendzone?”
“Chisaki, I swear to fuck--”
“He the reason you don’t do relationships anymore?” Kai’s eyes narrowed, Touya could see that the kid knew he was getting to him. “Or, like, ever? You should see someone about that.”
Touya’s anger was vibrating off him in waves, he could feel his quirk bubbling up low in his gut and had to tamp it down again. Not here.
“Why the fuck did you do it?” Touya asked in lieu of an answer, voice just below a whisper, a predatory sound. Kai tilted his head, entirely unintimidated, and pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket.
“Do what?” He asked. Touya certainly did not watch the way Kai worked every elegant finger into each glove with practiced indifference. “Let him fuck me?”
“You d–” Touya felt like someone had punched the air out of his lungs for a minute. The mirror warped a little beneath his hand and he turned his attention away just long enough for Kai to duck under one of his arms and free himself from the makeshift barricade. He’d managed to snare up his backpack from the floor before Touya grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked it off again. “You didn’t.”
“What, didn’t stay long enough to watch that part?” Kai sneered, playful expression gone now, replaced with actual ire. “Yeah, I did, both of them, one after the other, what the fuck is it to you, Todoroki?”
Touya’s mouth moved before his brain could intervene.
“You’re such a slut.”
Something in Kai’s face changed, those pretty golden eyes of his darkened to a burnt honey tone and his brows trembled together in a brief expression of… something. Something almost vulnerable. Blink and you miss it.
“Uh, pot? Kettle?” Kai gestured between the two of them before shrugging Touya’s hand off his shoulder. Or trying to. He managed to dislodge his fingers, but was backed up against another wall before he could reach for his bag again. Touya grabbed both his shoulders this time, and Kai stiffened. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“Unlike some people, I actually go to class at this school,” Kai hissed at him, glaring at Touya before shifting, quick and practiced, to twist his arms against Touya’s and free himself from the hold. “It’s much easier to Overhaul the gloves than take them off the normal way, Todoroki, I will fuck you up if you don’t back off.”
Touya caught one of Kai’s wrists and shoved his other arm hard against Kai’s collarbone, pinning him to the wall again.
“You actually let them fuck you?”
Kai bared his teeth in an expression that was as far from a smile as any expression could be. “Yeah,” he said, “I did. Bareback.”
Touya’s hand moved to snare in Kai’s hair and he yanked, hard enough to pull a whine from the other boy before Touya’s mouth was over Kai’s and he was kissing him. Lips bent out of shape and teeth bumping against each other; a sloppy, filthy thing, a claim.
It ended only when Kai squirmed and lodged his knee up against Touya’s groin. Hard. Touya made a pathetic little noise of pain and curled in on himself. Goddammit, he’d rather Kai had Overhauled him.
Kai calmly stepped out from against the wall and adjusted his uniform, taking his time to pick invisible bits of fluff from his blazer before giving Touya a scathing look.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Todoroki,” Kai told him, finally taking his bag up and unlocking the bathroom door. “Of course I made them use a condom. I’m a slut, I’m not stupid. I don’t know where the fuck they’ve been.”
He swung the door open just as the bell rang for next period. “Nor you, either. Try that again and next time you won’t have a dick left to cry over.”
The problem with Kai was that he was very easy to like. He had a good sense of humor, he was insufferably clever, and charming, and handsome. God he was stupidly handsome. He was the youngest son of a Yakuza midboss too, for fuck’s sake. The fact that he’d also made it perfectly clear, upon his transfer into the school mid-term, that he wasn’t here to make friends, made him the school’s hottest commodity.
Touya wasn’t jealous. He had his own flings, his own fun. He had a reputation for being a player, for not being romantic or "relationship material", for being a bad boy. That suited him just fine. Touya had the advantage of being very equal opportunity, guys, girls, and anyone in between was welcome for a fun time as long as they understood the rules. Those that Kai hadn’t charmed were still more than happy to fall into his arms to seek solace when Kai rejected them. It wasn’t like he was picking up leftovers, he was taking advantage of a situation. There was a difference.
It wasn’t dating. Just fucking. Notches on a bedpost.
And Kai hadn't broken Touya’s rules, exactly, so much as bent them terribly out of shape.
He’d been the one to shove Touya into the boy’s toilets on the third floor after school one day. He’d been the one to yank Touya's pants down and sink to his knees and suck him off like he was getting paid for it. Touya hadn’t done jack shit but try to keep himself from blowing too soon. He certainly hadn’t questioned the delicious turn of events. He wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, he wasn’t stupid.
But then after, with his hair yanked to high hell out of its usually nearly combed style, his lips fucked out and perfect, voice rough from the most thorough skullfuck Touya had given anyone in a long time, Kai reminded Touya that if he told anyone, no one would believe him.
Then he’d winked, put himself back together, and left as though nothing had happened.
But it had fuckin’ happened.
And then it happened again, the next week, and then the week after.
And Touya was more than happy to oblige if pretty put-together Kai was a textbook slut for cock and being talked down to. Hell, the school’s walking wet dream was willingly sinking to his knees to have Touya talk dirty to him while he pulverized his throat? Fuck yeah.
But then they’d skipped a week, and then another, and when Touya had yanked Kai into a quiet hallway between study period and lunch and asked what the fuck was up, Kai told Touya to ask him out, or he'd take his pleasure elsewhere.
Just like that. No fuckin’ preamble or nothing.
What the hell?
Touya had snorted, shrugged it off, ignored it. No way he’d been the only one into this; he’d seen the hazy look in Kai’s eyes every time he called him a whore and thrust in so deep he banged the back of Kai’s head against the cheap formica divider. He’d seen the way Kai would lick his lips after, like he was savoring a goddamn treat. Kai, wears-a-mask-to-class Kai, has-gloves-in-his-pockets-to-replace-after-he-touches-anything Kai. That Kai. No way in hell he’d go do this with anyone else.
Touya didn’t do relationships, and told Kai as such.
And Kai had gone off and apparently enjoyed a threesome with two of the guys on the track team not three days later.
What the hell??
This wasn't a problem. This usually wasn't a problem. Why the fuck should Touya care? He didn't do commitment or monogamy, he fucked around. So what if Kai, his maybe-more-than-one-time blow job buddy, had other partners too? So what? Touya could find others.
He would.
He had.
They just weren't great in the sack, and that was hardly Touya's fault. Didn't mean shit. Had nothing to do with Kai.
He lasted four days of this attempted lie to himself before he cornered Kai in the toilets again, making sure to lock the door first this time, so he could concentrate on getting him to listen.
"We really must stop meeting like this," Kai told him, voice drawling slightly as he dabbed a paper towel against his face. Touya snorted, taking slow deliberate strides to him until they were side by side.
When Kai caught his eyes in the reflection and held them, he wasn't wearing his patented smirk. He did raise an eyebrow when Touya didn't say anything for a while though.
"My dance card is full," he said, paper towel still pressed to the corner of his mouth. "You might as well unlock the door."
"Wanna talk."
"So talk," Kai shrugged, returning his golden eyes to his own reflection again. He moved his hand to hold the towel beneath the cold water and Touya saw that his lip had been split, a nasty bruise already forming around it as it swelled.
"Who gave you that?"
"Jealous?"
"Kai," Touya took his shoulders and turned him so they were face to face. He reached out gingerly to ghost his thumb over the injury, wincing in sympathy when Kai hissed and pulled back. "Who the fuck did this?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Like hell it doesn't."
"Seriously, Todoroki–"
"I'll fuck them up," Touya's voice was just above a whisper, a rough sound, but strangely warm. Kai rolled his eyes and pushed Touya back so he could turn and press the cold, wet towel to his lip again.
"Big tough guy," he muttered. "I'm no damsel, you know, I can take care of myself."
The bell rang, and while Kai paused his movements, he didn't make his way to the door to leave for class. He stood as still as Touya did as they listened to people file past the locked bathroom door. A couple of people jerked the handle, but didn’t bother to linger when it didn’t give. When the footsteps outside the bathroom door quieted to nothing, Kai sighed, tossing the sopping towel into the bin.
"It really doesn't matter," he said quietly, hands on either side of the sink as he stared at the cracked porcelain. "Just a jerk with a huge ego and a tiny dick. He hit me, it sucked, it's over. Happy now?"
"You've told me fuck all," Touya pointed out, and Kai snorted, shaking his head before looking up to meet Touya's eyes in the mirror again.
"Yeah? Well I owe you fuck all. What do you want anyway?"
Touya blinked at him. All his ideas, his arguments, his demands, had flown right out of his head when he'd seen Kai's injury. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before cursing and bringing a hand up to tug his hair. Kai's smile widened a little.
"I won't go out with you until you ask me properly," he said, rolling his shoulders before running the water again to wash his hands.
"I'm not gonna!" Touya retorted, knowing just how petulant he sounded as the words left his mouth. Kai just shook his head again and dried his hands. "Goddammit, Kai, what do you want?"
"Me?" Kai cocked his hip against the sink and worked another paper towel around every finger with pedantic precision. Then he folded his arms. "I'm not the one cornering a guy who rejected you in the bathrooms gagging for a quickie. Which I'm disinclined to give right now," he tapped his lip unnecessarily.
“You can Overhaul that!” Touya snapped, and Kai just leveled him with a stare that pulled a groan from deep inside Touya’s chest.
"You don't even date," he added, knowing Kai would get them off track if he didn't deliberately stay on it. How was he the more level-headed one in this situation?
"Coz no one's ever asked," Kai shrugged.
"And just– what?"
Kai's eyes were a bit too bright, and he tried to hide the look behind another smirk that fell short. There was a blush beneath his eyes and across his nose and god damn him he was charming. What an asshole. He sniffed and looked away.
"Seriously?" Touya's voice lowered to his normal pitch again. Kai shrugged just one shoulder this time.
"Not like anyone’s lining up around the block to date the weird new kid," he replied, and he sounded a little bitter, almost… sad? “Besides, it’s not cool to get involved with the Yakuza anymore.”
Did… did Kai have no idea how many people wanted to get into his pants? Was he just pulling Touya’s leg for his own amusement?? Touya would bet all his savings, of which he had very little, that at least one person had asked Kai out since he’d transferred.
"Then what– why the f– what the fuck do you want me to do it for?"
Kai laughed then, actually laughed. "I've teased you twice about it," he pointed out. "You made it clear the first time what your answer was, I’m not lingering on it. Why are you?"
"Fuck off."
"Tough Guy Touya Todoroki has a crush."
"Don't fucking flatter yourself."
Kai's smile didn't waver, and he pushed off from the sink to walk around Touya. "Don't worry, your bad boy reputation is safe with me. I won’t ask you for something that stupid again."
"So that's it then?"
Kai turned to look over his shoulder, brows furrowed. "What?"
"It's fuckin’ dating or nothing?"
"I never said that," Kai replied carefully, turning to Touya again and shrugging his bag higher up his arm. The other threw his hands up in annoyance.
"Then why haven't we…" he gestured, to the toilet stalls, the floor. Kai just raised an eyebrow.
"Coz you haven't asked me , since the last time." He reminded him, amusement curling his tone again. "My quirk isn't mind-reading, Touya."
Touya sputtered for a moment, mute with disbelief. Because that was the first time Kai had called him by his given name and it sounded so nice in his voice. But he didn’t think too much about it, it was just a fuckin’ voice, and he was angry.
"You're a fucking prick, Chisaki, you know that?"
"Pot," Kai chuckled, "kettle. I'll see you around."
"Where're you going?"
"Home," Kai tossed over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. "Don't have the mental energy for a double period of French right now."
Touya watched the door close behind him, reached blindly for the sink at his side to balance himself a moment. What the fuck had just happened? There was too much information to process, too many things that didn’t line up, but all Touya could think about was the way Kai’s lips had curled around his name, how he’d said it like he said it every goddamn day, and not for the first time in his life.
He was overthinking things. This was stupid. Touya had better shit to do, and easier people to fuck. It wasn’t like he needed Kai, it wasn’t as though he liked him.
Touya cursed and followed Kai out into the corridor.
"I'll give you a ride," he called, catching up with Kai in the school's parking lot.
"I catch the bus."
“No you fuckin’ don’t,” Touya snorted. Everyone knew that a huge ridiculous limo came to collect Kai from school, it had half the female population swooning every time it pulled into view. No way in hell was the youngest heir to Shie Hassaikai taking the goddamn bus.
"For fuck's sake," Touya caught up with Kai and grabbed his hand, turning Kai to him. "Lemme give you a ride."
Kai looked at him, brows furrowed for a moment, expression a little too young on him, a little too vulnerable. He didn’t pull his hand out of Touya’s hold, but he didn’t hold on any tighter. It was strange. It made Touya’s stomach twist up in knots. Touya chewed his lip.
"I want to give you a ride home," he amended, letting go of Kai's hand to shove his own into his pockets so it didn’t get awkward. "Besides, your bus won't be here for like two hours. You'll get fuckin'... Bored."
Kai's lips pressed together to try and hide his amusement, then he looked around, brought a hand to his mouth as though to chew against his thumbnail before thinking better of it. Instead, he tilted his head and nodded, just once.
Touya didn't drive a car to school. He rode a motorbike that he claimed he'd won in a poker game with some gangsters. In reality, he'd worked his ass off over summer and saved up for it. He looked after that bike better than he looked after himself.
As they approached it, Kai let out a low whistle, like he was impressed. "Sweet ride."
"Gets me from A to B,"
"Sure, sure," Kai nodded, passing his bag over for Touya to store in the seat as he handed Kai a helmet. "You’re clearly not one of those guys who treats their bike like it’s a person."
"Her."
"Huh?"
Goddammit.
Touya's cheeks reddened and he shook his head. "Never mind."
"Her? Like ships?" Kai prodded gently, but his smile was genuine when Touya looked over. He nodded hesitantly. Kai’s lips pursed thoughtfully. "Learn something new every day. Well. I suppose there had to come a time when I was on top of a woman. She might as well be several hundred pounds of horsepower and thrust."
Touya snorted, a laugh bubbling up in his throat until he couldn't contain it anymore. Kai’s smile seemed at once shy and satisfied, and he slid the helmet onto his head in a way that suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d worn one. Touya put on his own before straddling the bike and guiding Kai to do the same.
"Arms around my middle." He told him.
"Point A to point B? More like to second fucking base." Kai mumbled, but he did as he was told.
"Just hold on, you fucking idiot," Touya muttered, kicking the engine to life. He turned his head enough to be able to hear the answer when he asked: "So, where to?"
In truth, he didn’t need directions. Everyone knew where Kai lived, it was the most ostentatious house in the entire neighborhood, he just wanted to hear Kai say it. He wanted to hear Kai say anything.
But Kai was quiet, eyes in the middle distance and lips pressed together a little too tight before he looked at Touya again.
"Can we go to yours?"
Touya blinked. "You wanna go to my place?"
"Yes." Kai confirmed. And there was just something about the way he was looking at him that had Touya’s heart beating a little too fuckin’ fast. Touya chewed his lip again before deciding fuck it, he wasn't going to overthink it. Kai Chisaki was skipping class to come to Touya's house? Fine. Good. Excellent.
"Whatever," he verbalized, balancing the bike as he kicked the kickstand up and peeled out of the lot. If he gunned the engine a bit too loud before changing gears it was only because he liked the sound, not to feel Kai’s arms tighten around his abdomen.
He took his usual route home, through downtown. It wasn't the most scenic, nor the fastest, but it was one that made Touya fall in love with his city over again every time. It was human, dirty, and imperfect. Trash on the sidewalk and foreclosure signs on some of the businesses the further they got away from their private school.
He kept to the speed limit, didn't show off too much… What would the point be? When Kai was pressing himself close with a sigh and holding Touya so tightly? When they were clearly on the same page about what was going to happen? Whatever had changed Kai’s mind between the bathroom and the bike, Touya wasn’t going to argue with it. They were here now, going to his house, where anything could happen, and Touya… Touya was more than okay with this.
By the time they rolled up to his street, the sky had started to darken a little with the threat of rain. Touya turned into the driveway of his block of apartments and gestured for Kai to hop off.
"I'll park it and meet you out front," he said, pointing to the lobby door that looked like it had seen better days. Kai just nodded and handed his helmet over. No fuss, no sassy comeback… Touya’s stomach flipped again. He’d never seen Kai so quiet when they weren’t in class. It was at once stupid-hot and unnerving. Touya almost stalled the engine letting the clutch go too soon as he made his way to the underground lot.
By the time he met Kai by the busted door, it had started to drizzle a little. He held out Kai's bag for him.
"Lift's shot to hell," he apologized, "and I'm up on the sixth floor."
Kai shrugged and followed.
They were quiet as they made their way up, but Touya could feel the tension in Kai's body, could hear the very deliberate exhales at every landing; he wasn't tired, he was fortifying himself for something. Touya wondered if Kai’s heart was beating as hard as his was… because what the fuck were they doing? How the hell was Kai Chisaki about to be in his house??
When they got to his door, Touya found the key on his fob and set to work on the locks. This wasn't exactly the safest part of town, and he'd been robbed enough times to invest in as sound security as was in his budget. He pushed the door open and gestured for Kai to step in first.
The place was pretty bare. He wondered how long it would take Kai to realize he lived alone. Sure, he and his siblings were on good enough terms, but he’d gone no contact with his father since his court-ordered emancipation had gone through the year before. It wasn’t common knowledge, but it was also no secret that the Todoroki kids came from a rich but turbulent home.
Touya kicked the door shut and locked it, tossing his keys to the rickety side table and bending to unlace his boots.
"Leave your stuff wherever," he said, hiding his nerves behind familiar actions, and walked past Kai into the house. From the fridge, he took two beers, hating how bare both the fridge and his pantry looked otherwise. But they weren’t exactly here to hang out . "Drink?"
"Why not."
Kai made his way into the main room of the place, an all-in-one living, dining, kitchen, and absently tugged his school tie loose before working open the top two buttons. Touya almost choked on his beer.
"It's nice."
"Shut up."
"It's quiet," Kai shrugged, not taking back his words, "and clean, and yours."
"Life of a scholarship kid," Touya muttered, taking a swig of beer. Kai flashed him a tight little smile.
"Ain't that the truth."
"Your parents are loaded."
"They are, yeah," Kai agreed, tucking one hand under his arm, "and I want absolutely nothing to do with that money. Last thing I need is them holding it over my head like a goddamn guilt guillotine."
He picked up the bottle Touya had opened for him and took a long deep drink, enough that when he put the bottle down again to catch his breath, Touya was giving him a look.
"What?"
"Nothin'," Touya brought his own bottle to his lips, gaze still unblinkingly on Kai. Kai watched his throat work for a moment before grasping the hem of his sweater and tugging it over his head.
"Let's get started then."
Touya's jaw dropped a little. He’d expected this, sure, but still–. "What?"
"Come on," Kai tossed his sweater to one of the mismatched easy chairs behind him and tugged his gloves off. "Neither of us are stupid. We both know why I'm here. Small talk sucks."
"You asked to come over."
"Touya," Kai leveled him with a look. Touya’s stomach flipped at hearing his given name again. He was pretty sure the sound that came out of his throat was a warbled little rumble of confusion more than a need for clarification. "You don't just 'give someone a ride'."
Touya blinked at him a moment more, brain trying to catch up with his cock that was already absolutely reacting to Kai’s… everything. Surely it wasn’t going to be as easy as just... Kai sighed, deliberately harsh.
"Do you want to fuck me or not?"
Fuck?
Fuck.
Fuck yes, fuck good. Fuck…him?
"I– I mean–"
"It's not rocket surgery, Touya," Kai told him, and something about that snapped Touya back to the now and his eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. And Touya was an asshole, sure, but he wasn’t about to take advantage of someone.
"Alright, what the fuck is with you?" He asked, coming around the kitchen island and leaving his beer there so he could catch Kai's wrists before he could fully unknot his tie from around his throat. "Skipping class, skipping school, throwing yourself at me."
"I'm not throwing myself– "
"You're taking your clothes off in my living room, Kai." Touya reminded him flatly. Kai replied with the least convincing smile he could muster.
"I could go to the bedroom if you prefer."
"Kai."
"What?" The other boy freed his hands with a huff. "Nothing is wrong with me. I'm horny, figured you of all people would get it and oblige."
"You're a really shit liar," Touya told him.
"I just… had a bad day, and wanted to let off some steam. That's all." Kai replied, glaring at him. Touya didn't look away. He watched the way Kai’s throat worked nervously, how his eyes widened, how his brows furrowed. Everything about his body language screamed of hesitation and discomfort, and Touya couldn’t just–
In the end it was Kai who turned away first, another groan of frustration escaping him as he grabbed his sweater again. "You know what, fuck you. Whatever, I'll just go."
Touya caught him by the arm before he could get more than two steps towards the corridor and pulled him close.
"Like hell you fuckin' will," he breathed, slipping a hand into Kai's hair to hold him still as he kissed him. There was one sound of protest, a tiny grunt of indignation, before Kai dropped his sweater and wrapped his arms around Touya instead.
The kiss wasn't brutal, but it was hardly gentle, and when Touya pulled away he could taste the metallic tang of blood against his tongue from were the cut on Kai’s lip had opened up again; he still hadn’t Overhauled it.
Kai looked at him, that blush back beneath his eyes, his eyes themselves bright like the sun through storm clouds. He was painfully, unfairly pretty. So Touya kissed him again, dropping one hand down to slip into one of the back pockets of Kai’s pants and hold him still as he rocked forward, his cock still only half hard but very quickly getting the memo.
The moan he was rewarded with brought goosebumps up his arms.
"Get in my fuckin' bed, Chisaki," he growled when they pulled back for breath again, still close enough that he could feel Kai trembling as he sucked in air. He felt Kai’s smile more than he heard it:
"Make me."
That , Touya could absolutely do.
He ducked down just enough to hoist Kai up against himself by his thighs and relished the yelp of surprise as the boy wrapped all four limbs around him and kissed him again.
They hadn’t kissed much beyond the few times Touya had managed to corner Kai in the bathroom before shoving him down between his legs and his cock into that pretty mouth of his. But Kai was a good kisser. He controlled the pace but let Touya invade his space, hands on either side of Touya’s face as he stumbled half-blind to the other room.
His bedroom wasn't far, and Touya tossed Kai to the bed without ceremony before crawling on top of him to kiss him into it. What surprised him was how quickly Kai opened his legs to welcome Touya between them, how his hands immediately slid up the back of Touya’s shirt to grope at the skin there as his body undulated up and closer with every desperate kiss. They rutted together, breathless and horny and wired, before Kai shoved Touya up and away from him for a second.
"I should tell you something," he started. Touya groaned just looking at how red his lips were from being kissed stupid.
"I've got condoms," he muttered, much to Kai's amusement. With a sigh Touya held himself over the other and raised an eyebrow. "Can it wait?"
For a second, Kai was quiet, eyes a bit too wide, lips shaping words he didn’t quite manage to say. Then he nodded, a jerky nervous motion.
"Sure."
"Great."
Touya was really not in the mood, just then, for games. They were both hard, they were both here– he sat up and yanked his shirt over his head, a breath of laughter escaping him when he felt Kai's hands against his chest, tracing one of the tattoos there, flicking a piercing with his nails.
"Nice ink," Kai murmured. Touya just grinned and kissed him again.
He knew how he looked. He fuckin’ loved his tattoos. It paid to know people in low places, he’d been sneaking in to get tattoos from the tender age of fifteen and his body was his goddamn canvas. He was surprised to find that Kai’s skin, in contrast, was completely unmarked. He’d figured that being Yakuza he’d start on his irezumi right after puberty.
With some uncoordinated fumbling, they divested each other of the rest of their clothes. Kai wasn't muscular, like Touya, both were lean and lithe, and Touya groaned at the sight of him, cock jerking in pleased attention against his thigh.
"Fuck, look at you," he sighed. Kai grunted with uncharacteristic shyness.
"Not much to look at compared to you," he mumbled. Touya leaned over Kai again, hands on either side of his head, and considered him.
After a moment, Kai squirmed. "What?"
"Just thinking," Touya murmured. "Want you on your fuckin' knees for me so I can spank that tight little ass of yours as I fuck you.” Kai visibly shivered, so Touya kept talking: “but then I'd miss out on seeing that pretty face when I make you cum."
Kai's blush deepened, painting the tips of his ears pink. He pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing . Touya's eyes narrowed in delight.
"I forgot you like when I talk dirty," he said, ducking down low enough to tease his lips against Kai's again. When Kai arched up into him, Touya pulled back, denying him the kiss just to watch his brows furrow in that lovely helpless way they did. Something about Kai just made him look fragile and small, despite Touya knowing he was neither. His quirk aside, Kai could give as well as he took, he knew how to look after himself.
Didn’t stop Touya daydreaming occasionally about sucking a hickey to the side of his throat and claiming him as his own.
Okay maybe more than occasionally.
Kai groaned in quiet frustration and squirmed a little as he dropped his hand down to wrap around his leaking cock when Touya still didn't touch him.
"Hands off that cock, whore ," Touya warned him, a low, pleased purr vibrating against his ribs when Kai complied with a barely voiced fuck . "I'm gonna make you come without ever touching that," he promised. "So many times you'll be sobbing. "
"Shit." Kai licked his lips and glared up at Touya. After a moment a smirk slipped up against his lips and he tilted his chin proudly. Touya caught it and held Kai still as he kissed him again, sloppy and wet.
"Turn over," he said, letting go of Kai only when the boy started to obey. "On your knees, ass up."
Kai did, tucking his knees beneath himself to push up on all fours. Touya grasped his hair tight and leaned over him.
"Ass up," he repeated, putting just enough of his weight onto Kai to make his elbows bend. "Chest down. Am I gonna have to give my slut instructions?"
"Yes," Kai snarled, breathless, but let Touya move him to the position he wanted anyway.
"Unbelievable," Touya's words were far meaner than the tone they were delivered in. He'd been calling Kai all manner of filthy things since the first time he'd gotten that gorgeous mouth on his cock, and had been very happy to see that the boy enjoyed being talked dirty to as much as Touya enjoyed talking dirty.
He sat back for a moment to admire the view– and fuck what a view– before licking his lips and leaning in to drag his tongue over Kai's pink hole.
"Holy f–"
Touya slapped his palm down hard against Kai's ass. "Stay still," he murmured, before pressing his thumbs into the soft flesh of his cheeks, spreading him wide and doing it again.
Kai fucking whimpered.
He was shaking. Touya could feel how hard Kai was working to keep still and he wondered if this was the first time anyone had ever eaten the guy out. And fuck if that didn’t make him want to give him the best rimjob of his life. He settled in with a grin and ate his ass like a man starved.
"Touya– Touya– fuck!"
Touya groaned, shoving his knees between Kai's to keep them spread when he tried to close his legs and squirm away. Touya got the biggest kick out of taking a partner apart with his mouth, male or female, and he was good at it. He dropped one hand down to stroke Kai's stomach, deliberately avoiding his cock, until Kai mumbled something incoherent and came, hard, against the back of his hand.
Touya pulled back with a low laugh and bit teasingly at Kai's cheek. That was way hotter than it should’ve been. He resisted the urge to ask if he was better than Elliot or Jayden. He wasn’t that petty.
He was. He was that petty.
"Fuck you're sensitive," he purred. "Christ."
Kai made a sound, at once annoyed and satisfied. His entire body was quivering, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Touya let him, nuzzling the silky skin of Kai's thighs and trailing wet kisses over them before pulling back and stroking his own cock as he watched Kai squirm and stretch, rubbing his face against Touya’s sheets like a cat.
Cute.
Touya couldn’t resist holding Kai open as he slapped his cock once against his hole, before reaching over to the bedside table to grab a bottle of lube and a condom.
Beneath him, Kai tensed. "Not sure if my legs can hold me up," he mumbled. Touya snorted.
"You'll be fine."
He flipped open the cap on the lube and dripped it between Kai's cheeks, tossing it aside in favor of pressing two fingers into him without preamble. He worked carefully, but none too gently, his own need growing more and more pressing by the minute with every soft little sound Kai made beneath him.
And he made plenty. Little whimpers, whines, hisses that could have been at once due to pleasure or pain. He arched up into Touya’s fingers, stretched his arms out in front of himself, tucked his toes over the backs of Touya’s calves to keep him close. He whispered Touya's name as he fingered him, groaned it, pleaded it when he added a third, all the while his hands grasped the sheets and his body never stopped moving
He was so unbelievably pretty it actually stole Touya’s breath for a moment.
He didn’t want to admit just how often he’d imagined having Kai Chisaki mindless from pleasure in his bed, begging him for mercy and more all at once.
Touya tore the condom packet with his teeth and rolled the thing down over his cock before lining himself up, one hand on Kai's hip to keep him still as he did. The temptation to absolutely debase the proud pretty thing was overwhelming; he’d fuck Kai face to face when they caught their second wind.
He felt Kai immediately tense beneath him, and found himself leaning up and over him enough to press a hot open-mouthed kiss to Kai’s shoulder as he pushed the head of his cock into him.
"God you're so fucking tight," Touya groaned, teeth gritted as he eased in, inch by inch. "Would've thought with how much this ass gets around you'd be used to it but shit,"
Kai bit down hard against the sheets, eyes closed tight and breathing labored. In fact, for most of the time it took Touya to squeeze himself into the almost unbearable heat of him, Kai didn’t breathe at all. He just held still, a shiver running down his spine when Touya brushed against something inside him that felt really good.
"Tight as a fuckin' virgin," Touya whispered against him, finally bottoming out and pressing himself down the length of Kai's back, catching his own breath as the boy beneath him quivered. “Fuck, Kai, you feel like a fuckin' dream,"
Kai made a sound that could have been a laugh or a sob, and Touya nuzzled his forehead between his shoulders.
"You good?"
Kai nodded, jerking his head just once as his eyes remained closed and his teeth bared. When Touya pushed himself up on his arms again, he watched Kai’s lip snarl up to show his gums. If Touya didn't know any better he'd think he was hurting him. But the slide was smooth when he pulled out and thrust back in again, and once he found his rhythm and angled his cock just so, the boy beneath him was crying out, needy and desperate again.
“Shit fuck, Touya,” Kai’s voice cracked and he damn near sobbed into the pillow as Touya dragged his nails up Kai’s back with a grin.
"You have got an ass made for fucking," Touya told him, both hands down to hold Kai's hips now as he fucked into him. "Begging me like you're being paid for it. Really are a whore, aintcha?"
Kai's knees spread wider against the bed and Touya groaned when Kai vindictively squeezed down hard around his cock. He drew his hand back to rain a series of slaps down hard over one cheek until Kai squealed and relaxed again.
"Fuck that's good," Touya cursed, ducking his head to set his teeth against Kai's shoulder as his rhythm became more erratic and his own orgasm built. He could feel how much hotter one ass cheek was compared to the other and dug his nails into it to pull another breathy keen from Kai. "You feel so fucking good, Kai."
Kai didn’t answer in words. In fact he didn’t answer at all, he just gave himself over entirely to whatever Touya wanted to do to him. And what he wanted to do was fuck Kai through the goddamn mattress. With that, apparently, they were in full agreement. When Touya reached out to slip his fingers through Kai’s, Kai squeezed back, turned his head aside to pant the most erotic goddamn moans into the room as he arched his back and surrendered.
“Harder,” he groaned, a sob catching in his throat as Touya was more than happy to obey. “Want you to fuckin’ ruin me.”
Well fuck.
Absolutely.
Over and over Touya pushed at what he quickly learned were Kai’s limits, over and over he teased the head of his cock over Kai’s prostate, over and over he whispered filthy things into his ear, grinning when Kai mindlessly repeated them.
Such a whore.
Your whore.
Want it harder.
Want it filthy.
Touya, Touya, Touya!
Finally it became too much. Touya shoved as deep as he could into Kai’s shaking body and filled the condom. His hips jerked against Kai's ass, once, twice, and with a sigh he pressed him down into the bed, sweat-slick and sleepy. When Kai squirmed, Touya blindly reached down between his legs and pulled his foreskin back, teasing the leaking slit with his thumb until Kai shuddered and followed him over.
"Fucking hell," Touya mumbled. Kai snorted, but didn't argue. Neither seemed to have two braincells to rub together right then.
When Touya finally sat up enough to pull out of him, Kai let himself stretch out with a groan. He'd rolled over and curled up by the time Touya came back with a warm wet cloth after tying the condom off and tossing it. So, wordlessly, Touya climbed into bed behind him and tugged him close to spoon.
Kai… didn't protest, he didn't say anything. But when he rested his hand tentatively over the one Touya had draped over his stomach, the other boy spread his fingers for theirs to twine together and didn't push Kai away.
Touya realized he was almost asleep, his breathing even and slow, so he rolled onto his back and reached for his cigarettes in the pocket of his pants.
"What didja want to tell me?" He asked, remembering Kai’s words from when he’d tossed him into bed. He summoned a blue flame to the tip of his fingers to light up, and blew a smoke ring towards the ceiling. Touya gave Kai the time he needed to roll over, noting that he winced quite obviously when he moved. When Touya held the cigarette out for Kai, though, he took it.
"Doesn't matter," and shit if that voice wasn’t the sexiest thing Touya had ever heard. Kai had a lovely voice on a good day, even when he just used it to sneer, but now he sounded fucked out, half-awake… just goddamn delicious.
"Like the punch to your face doesn't matter?" Touya asked, holding his hand out for the cigarette again. Kai attempted a glare but couldn't quite muster up the emotion behind it. He took a few puffs of the cigarette and handed it back.
"Tell me," Touya coaxed, dropping a hand behind his head as he watched Kai shove a pillow beneath his chest and fold his arms over the mattress from behind a cloud of smoke. Kai fiddled with his own fingers for a minute before pushing himself up onto his elbows.
"That was my first time." He said, clearing his throat.
Touya snorted and handed the cigarette over. Kai took it, eyes still on him, but didn’t break character. Not even a smirk. A few minutes of silence was enough for Touya's expression to clear to disbelief.
"Come on."
"On my honor as a Yakuza," Kai deadpanned, offering the filter back. Touya ignored it and sat up instead.
"Kai you better be fucking with me right now."
Kai shook his head, licking his lips before taking another mouthful of smoke. He breathed it out in a thin little trickle, breathing it into his nose again. Touya cursed. Then he cursed again, louder.
"What the fuck, Chisaki!"
"What?" Kai snapped. “What’s not registering in that tiny brain of yours?”
"You've seriously never been fucked before?"
"Well now I fucking have!"
"But the… the fucking… track team?"
"Sucked em, not fucked em." Kai shrugged. When Touya stared, Kai snorted, turning the cigarette over and over in his fingers. “You didn’t seem like the kinda guy to notice if I sent myself flowers, so I had to speak a language you’d understand.”
"Shit," Touya rubbed his face before groaning. "Oh my fucking god."
"Didn't know you cared so fuckin’ much," Kai muttered. Touya shook his head and made another frustrated sound before dropping his hands to stare at him.
"I took your fucking cherry like that?"
Kai blinked at him, holding out his hand, palm up, in question. Touya gestured, as though words weren't enough. They proved not to be, apparently.
"If I'd known, I'd–"
"You'd what," Kai sneered. "Been nicer about it?"
"Yes!" Touya's eyes were far too wide. Kai swallowed down whatever else he had to say. Touya’s throat felt tight. "I would've prepared you properly! Instead of just– "
"I'm fine." Touya stared at him. Kai rolled his eyes. "I'm fuckin’ fine, Touya, Jesus. I didn't want to be made love to , for shit’s sake, I wanted to get fucked. And you did that very fuckin’ well."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I tried," Kai reminded him, amused, before offering the cigarette back again. Touya took it and tossed it into the ashtray.
"Yeah that's something you talk about before sex."
"I tried," Kai repeated, his smile genuine this time. It warmed his entire goddamn face and he was just so fucking pretty, Jesus fuck . Touya cursed again and fell back to bed.
Kai hesitated a moment before shifting closer to rest half on top of him, half on the bed. "Seriously, I'm fine. I wanted it. It felt fucking good."
Touya made one helpless ha and dropped an arm over his eyes. His other hand slipped into Kai's hair and scratched his scalp gently. Kai settled against him with a pleased little rumble, before thinking better of it and pushing himself up instead. He slid one leg over Touya's middle and straddled him.
"Hey."
Touya grunted.
“Hey.”
"What."
"Bad boy Todoroki. Look at me."
Touya opened one eye to do so. Kai smirked at him, flushed and messy and freshly fucked. Proud, beautiful bastard.
"Thanks for the ride," Kai told him, voice dipping low. Touya shoved him.
"Fuck off."
"I'm serious. I've never been– shit! "
Touya grabbed him and pressed his fingers under Kai's arms, tickling him as the boy shrieked in surprise and squirmed to get free. They wrestled on the bed until Kai called for mercy, breath hitching and tears in his eyes as he continued to giggle. When Touya released him he wrapped an arm around the back of Touya's head and tugged him down to kiss him.
It was oddly intimate, this time, soft and slow and nice. Kai nuzzled him after, grinning when Touya tugged the blankets up from under them to cover them instead.
"You're a goddamn mess." Touya told him. Kai hummed, nodded.
"You're not much better."
Touya couldn’t argue that, so he kissed him instead, pressing their foreheads together after with a sigh. Touya didn’t do this lovey-dovey nonsense, he wasn’t romantic, he wasn’t fuckin’ nice. He didn’t cuddle, for fuck’s sake. But when Kai shifted enough to nuzzle up beneath his chin, Touya wrapped his arms around him and held him so damn tight that Kai elbowed him in the ribs before he eased up.
For a long while after, they just lay there together, dozing. Then Touya felt a breath puff out against his collarbones.
"Mind if I stay a bit more?" Kai asked.
"Like fuck I'm letting you out of my bed now," Touya mumbled back. He felt the grin against his skin.
"Gonna keep me here?"
"Gonna fuck you goddamn stupid," Touya promised. "After a nap. And pizza. And another beer."
"And then?"
"And then, you're gonna finally earn the title of slut," Touya told him. "It's Friday afternoon. You got nowhere to be."
"Don't I?"
"Not til I'm done with you," Touya said, words already slurring a little. "Now shuddup."
"You realize you’ve kidnapped a Yakuza kid?"
"I said shut," Touya kissed him. "Up."
Kai did. But only because Touya swallowed whatever other smartass thing he’d prepared himself to say.