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Fuck that apron.
Rei hovered in the kitchen, fiddling with cereal bowls and coffee cups and the like, trying to work up the nerve to touch Kazuki. His partner tended to a bowl of cake batter while he chattered idly about some movie he'd seen, although to be perfectly honest, it was going through one ear and out the other. Rei was too busy staring at the wretched apron.
Because, well, it looked good on Kazuki. It was tied snugly around his waist, and it even had a little bow draping from the knot. His shoulders seemed a million times broader, too, and he had his stupid sweater sleeves rolled up, and for fuck's sake, he was cooking, too. He looked good. Why the hell did he look so good?
"What are you doing back there?" Kazuki suddenly interjected, looking over his shoulder. "Stop staring at my ass."
"I'm not."
"Liar," Kazuki lilted, winking as he offered Rei the whisk. "Get me the baking paper and maybe I'll let you get another look."
"I wasn't looking," Rei lied, tonguing at the chocolate batter and handing over the box of baking paper. Kazuki hummed, amused while he poured the batter into a tray. "You look nice in the apron."
"I'm not your wife," Kazuki slid the tray into the oven. "But thank you."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"I know, I know, baby, I'm just teasing," Kazuki struck an exaggerated pose, an elbow on the counter and a cat-like grin bleeding over his face. "I bet you'd like that, though."
"Shut up," Rei huffed, dropping the whisk into the sink, much to Kazuki's chagrin. He was confused when the blond tutted irritably. "What?"
"You could at least clean it. It's one whisk." Kazuki argued.
"Later." Rei knew that was the wrong thing to say - he just needed to get the hell out of this kitchen, lest he do something really, really embarrassing. He couldn't even handle Kazuki in the apron, let alone one of his goddamn lectures in an apron.
Kazuki paused, sighing, before leaning down to murmur in Rei's ear. "If you wash the whisk, I'll let you fuck me."
Rei did not wash the whisk. He did, however, snatch at the straps of Kazuki's apron and lug him into a bruising kiss, shoving his hips against the countertop.
"Hey, I just said-" Kazuki tried to protest, biting back a gasp when Rei pushed his thigh between his legs, all pretense of disapproval withering away. Rei clasped feverishly at Kazuki's hair, tugging and relishing in the quiet groans he was eliciting.
At some point, Rei opted to slide his tongue down Kazuki's throat, sucking and dragging spit along his pulse point, skin flourishing into purpurescent bruises. It felt nice to feel the hammer of his his heartbeat thrumming against Rei's tongue, to feel the tremor when Kazuki swallowed down moans.
Kazuki reached down to undo the tie of his apron, and Rei swatted at his hands. "Don't."
"What?"
"I just said I liked it."
"You want me to wear it while-" Kazuki let out a sudden laugh, though it was all mirth and no malice. "This is what does it for you?"
"Shut up," Frustrated, Rei reached out to press his hand over Kazuki's lips. He startled when Kazuki pertly grabbed his wrist and took his index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue dizzyingly up and down the digits.
"If youf inshisht." Kazuki mumbled around Rei's finger, gladly letting Rei slide another one in.
"Kazuki, I-" Rei struggled, his hips bucking involuntarily, his hand trembling in Kazuki's hold. He couldn't resist slicking his fingers in and out, again and again, obsessed with the delicious way the sensation was leaving him reeling. Kazuki kept grinning up at him, because of course he knows how good he looks. Or, at least, Rei dazingly considered, he knows how good it feels. "It- I can't-"
"Hm?" Kazuki let Rei's fingers fall out of his mouth, maneuvering his hand to tongue at the purlicue instead.
"Can we...?" Rei finally sputtered out, his free hand sliding down Kazuki's abdomen and tugging at the hem of his sweatpants.
"Yeah, let's go to my bed," Kazuki tugged Rei forward, nipping at his ear and whispering darkly. "I can't wait to see what you do to me-"
"Wait, what? Bed?"
Kazuki stared at him. "Uh, duh. Did you think we'd have sex in the kitchen?"
"Well, yeah...?"
"Are you nuts?!"
Rei sighed, vaguely listening as Kazuki launched into another infamous tirade, which could more or less be summarized into 'we are not sullying my workspace', blah-blah-blah, and then something about hygiene. "Kazuki, we're the only ones who live here. We can just clean up after."
"It'll still be dirty."
"How much of a mess are you planning to make...?"
"That- that isn't what I meant!" Kazuki coughed. "Baby, I cook here. We eat here. We can not have sex here."
Rei sighed, wavering. As irritating as this lecture was, it was still kind of nice to listen to Kazuki scold him like this. And besides, he'd listen to anything Kazuki said, as long as he donned that apron. "Fine."
"Thank you, Rei. I-"
But I can be annoying too, he cheekily thought.
He grabbed Kazuki by the shoulders and shoved him to his knees, muffling his partner's yelp by snatching a fistful of blond hair and pushing Kazuki's face against the waistband of Rei's shorts.
"Wh-"
"If you use your mouth, then there's no mess." Rei tried to keep his voice even, though the tremble in his hands gave away his nervousness. But fuck, what was he supposed to do? Kazuki's surprised face, all flushed cheeks and doe-eyes and bewilderment, was really, really messing Rei up.
Kazuki faltered, still regaining his composure. For a moment, Rei thought he'd won, and he tentatively raked his hand through his partner's hair in quiet victory.
Then Kazuki's grin resurfaced. And Rei, albeit excitedly, realized how much trouble he was in.
Before he could stammer out a curt 'if you want,' Kazuki shoved Rei's shorts down just low enough for his dick to slip out, lapping the pre-cum from the tip and sucking hard. Rei choked down a strangled cry, helplessly gripping the counter behind Kazuki.
"You're so mean to me," Kazuki's tongue was relentless, still lapping at the tip of Rei's dick. "But fine."
No, it was not fine, actually, as Rei was fighting desperately to not to come down his throat. His legs trembled in Kazuki's grasp, and he couldn't help the choked whimpers that spilled out of his parted mouth.
Kazuki's tongue was devastating, jaw slacking when he suddenly bobbed his head down the rest of Rei's dick, spit trailing down his chin, always stopping at the tip to give it extra attention. Rei was leaking pretty steadily now, but it didn't matter, not when it just kept sliding down Kazuki's throat and somehow slicking his tongue even more.
Can't do it, Rei barely managed to think, a delirious haze congealing in his head. Can't last, can't last, can't do it-
"Not even gonna say my name?" Kazuki paused, still grinning, letting Rei slip out of his mouth. "Rude."
"Kazuki, please," Rei automatically babbled, head lolling. "Please, please, please, Kaz-"
"Oh, I get 'pleases' too? Generous." Kazuki cooed. He clasped his hands tighter on Rei's hips, certainly pressing in bruises, although Rei wasn't feeling much of anything besides the warm glow from Kazuki's praise. "Could I maybe, finally, convince you to take me to my bed?"
Oh, shit. Right. Rei looked around the kitchen, scowling. In the wake of Kazuki's stupidly wet mouth, he had totally forgotten about that.
Kazuki wrapped a hand around the base of Rei's dick, giving it a few encouraging pumps which very nearly brought Rei right back to the edge. "I promise, I'll make it very worth your while."
Okay. Okay. Rei almost gave in, leaning into the delicious grip of Kazuki's hand, clamping his lips shut to try and stifle himself. It was almost worth it.
But the thought of Kazuki bent over the counter triumphed everything.
"Nevermind, then." Rei sighed, pointedly tucking himself back into his shorts, though he flushed at the awkward tent he was pitching.
"Baby, don't get grouchy on me-" Kazuki protested, swatting at Rei's hands, effectively shutting up when Rei tugged at his hair again.
"Go get the lube." Rei warned, trying to force an icy authority to freeze over his words, although his voice nearly cracked when he tried to look Kazuki in the eyes. He secretly hoped that his partner couldn't tell how giddy he was; as much as he wanted to deny it, sometimes it was fun to be mean to Kazuki. Especially if Kazuki liked it.
And it did seem like Kazuki liked it, hurrying to and from their room and thrusting the bottle into Rei's hands. They crashed into an erratic kiss, teeth clacking and Kazuki's tongue hotly slipping against his own. Rei felt half-drunk whenever they pulled apart for the briefest of breaths, swaying slightly in Kazuki's hands.
"Over," Rei huffed, dizzy and already breathless. "Over the counter."
"Is that how you want me?" Kazuki teased, sucking another bruise onto Rei's jaw. "Bent over, like some slut?"
"You're not a slut," Rei gently pushed Kazuki back up against the counter, blushing when his partner obediently splayed himself over the smooth surface, glancing back with his chin propped up on his hand. "I- I want you to keep looking back at me."
"So sweet," Kazuki backed up, grinding up against Rei's crotch and snickering at the harsh gasp he elicited. "You like bossing me around, huh?"
Rei bit at his lip, struggling to focus as he slicked one hand with lube and pulled Kazuki's sweatpants down, massaging slow circles around his hole. "...Kind of."
Kazuki scoffed, trying to press further into the touch. He yelped when Rei gave him a soft smack on the hip, turning around to glare daggers at him. "What'd you do that for?"
"Don't move yet," It came out as more of a plea than a command, but hey, Rei was doing his best. "Let me finger you open."
"Sir, yes sir." Kazuki huffed, relenting, and Rei was really, really glad that his partner couldn't see the way his dick twitched in response.
Rei pressed in one finger, then two. His pace was slow, tentative, stretching out in thorough thrusts, and he absolutely revered the quiet groans that Kazuki was doing his best to muffle.
"Mngh, add another. And curl your fingers," Kazuki mumbled, head dropping onto the counter. "Just like how I do for you."
Rei prodded experimentally, still pumping his fingers in and out, and Kazuki jolted at a certain crook of his middle finger. "There?"
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Do that again."
"Say please."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Please, Rei."
Well, Rei certainly wasn't going to say no. He kept pressing up against his prostate, confidence brewing in him with every cracked moan and breathy curse that fell out of Kazuki's mouth. "Like that...?"
"I can fit you," Kazuki insisted, gasping desperately against the counter. "Hurry."
Rei could barely register the request, debauched delirium glazing over his mind. God, fuck, Kazuki felt so good. Kazuki made him feel so good. The buzz left Rei trembling as he poured lube over his dick, dripping onto the floor beneath them, and a surge of excitement throbbed through him.
"Sorry about the floor," Rei pressed his dick up against Kazuki's ass, his words coming out in breathless pants. Honestly, he couldn't care less. He was totally and utterly swept up in complete hedonism, and it felt incredible.
"You got the floor messy?" Kazuki grumbled, pushing up off the counter to scowl down at the lube on the floor; it was also a poorly disguised attempt to get Rei to stop stalling, rolling his hips encouragingly.
"Kazuki-"
"Stop making me do your job for you," Kazuki cut him off. He turned and batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly. "Don't you want me?"
Rei gave up, instantly losing all resolve. No more denying himself or Kazuki. It felt too, too good. Kazuki's words alone felt better then it felt to hold himself back. He quickly snapped his hips forward, pushing in and stretching Kazuki out deliciously, shuddering. Kazuki clamped a hand down over his mouth, holding back half-choked whines.
"I-" Rei leaned over to tongue at the skin behind Kazuki's ears. "I only want you."
"Oh fuck," Kazuki's thighs trembled as he struggled to adjust. "God- you can move."
"Do...do you only want me?"
"Of course, baby." Kazuki caught Rei's wrist and kissed the knuckles. "Only you."
Rei weakly thrusted into him, babbling and practically hysterical. "Only me, only me."
Kazuki scrabbled at the counter, groaning helplessly when Rei started fucking him faster. "I'm never- ungh - I'm never gonna fucking forgive you for talking me into this."
"Only me-" Rei barely heard him, grabbing at Kazuki's waist. "You only want me."
Too tight. Too hot. Too much. Fuck, it was all getting too much. Rei's head felt like it was melting, dripping into a useless puddle, equally useless little whimpers pouring from his mouth as a tell-tale heat began to pool and tighten in his stomach. He sloppily looped his arm around to grasp at Kazuki's dick, jerking him off in tandem with his thrusts.
"Rei-" Kazuki's gasps kept falling apart before he could articulate them.
"I'm close," Rei clutched at Kazuki's apron, tugging senselessly. "Can I- Can I- inside?"
"Rei," Kazuki cast him a debauched glare, reaching back to snatch his hair and pulling him down. "Pull out, and see what I fucking do to you."
Rei's orgasm rocked through him, whining as lewd shocks of pleasure overwhelmed his nerves in an almost complete sensory overload, his legs very nearly buckling beneath him. He haphazardly kept jerking off Kazuki, pace quickening with every strangled cry from his partner, biting down on Kazuki's shoulder when he felt hot ropes of cum splatter onto his hand.
They stayed like that for a minute, leaning over the counter, trying to catch their breaths. Rei apologetically planted little kisses on the nape of Kazuki's neck.
"Get away from me. Motherfucker." Kazuki panted, rubbing at the already-purple bruise on his neck. "Why'd I let you do this?"
"Because you only want me." Rei said the words like a mantra, heart swelling.
"Are all Suwas possessive little things?" Kazuki winced when he tried to slide off Rei's dick. "God, look at this mess. We have to retile the damn place."
"Sorry."
"I'm teasing," Kazuki stood up properly, a soft series of pops crawling up his back. "Ow. But you're helping me clean up."
"Can I do something to get out of it...?"
"Nice try."
Rei attempted anyway, digging his knuckles and massaging Kazuki's back, growing hopeful with every one of Kazuki's contented sighs. He stilled his hands, though, when he turned his head and saw the oven. "Kazuki, did you even end up baking that cake?"
"Huh? What cake?" Kazuki tried to recall, his face dropping when he suddenly remembered. "Oh fuck, the cake! I didn't turn on the oven- don't you dare laugh!"
"I'm not," Rei hid his mouth under his hand, snickering. "You're a bad chef."
Kazuki grabbed a wooden spatula, fondly smacking Rei's head. "Brat. You're cleaning for sure."