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‘Come on, Al! It’s been three months already!’ Lavi complained on the other end of the call.

“I don’t know. That’s not really all that long. We were together for a year.” Allen’s response took on a dejected tone, thinking about his recent break-up. He had thought things were serious between them. But when he invited his then-boyfriend to a barbeque to meet his family and friends, the man had scoffed at him. Apparently, what Allen had thought was a serious relationship was just a casual fling to his ex.

‘That’s why you need to get back out there! Come on! It will be fun! When was the last time we had a guys’ night?’

“Have we ever had a guys’ night?” Allen asked skeptically.

‘Exactly! All the more reason to do it! I’ll even drag Kanda out with us!’

“Is that supposed to be incentive?” It absolutely was. As much as Allen fought with Kanda, he couldn’t deny his attraction to the other man.

‘Allen. Don’t try to pretend with me.’ Lavi said knowingly.

Shit. “Fine.” Allen sighed in defeat. “Where are we meeting and when?”

‘I knew you’d agree! We’ll meet at Peckers at 10.’

Allen snorted a laugh. “You’re making Kanda go to the gay bar?”

‘Hell yeah I am! I gotta go get ready. See you soon!’

“Alright. See you there.” Allen sighed as he ended the call. He should probably hop in the shower and get himself ready as well. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to find someone to hook up with tonight- he was feeling a bit pent up, after all.

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“I fucking hate both of you.” Kanda was glaring at them from his spot at their table.

“Oh come on, Yuu! When was the last time we were all single at the same time?” Lavi asked before taking another sip of his beer.

Kanda scoffed. “Don’t call me that. And why the fuck should I know or care?”

“Because we’re your best buds!”

Allen grimaced slightly at the redhead- who was clearly much more intoxicated than him and Kanda. He took a sip of his own drink, wondering why he had agreed to this.

“Ohh! We should do some shots!” Without waiting for a response, Lavi was already on his way to the bar. It wasn’t long before he returned with a tray loaded up with shots, a huge grin on his face. “Drink up boys!”

Allen shrugged. Why not? Maybe it would help make things more fun. He grabbed a shot and quickly downed it. “Lavi, I thought you hated whiskey?”

“It’s not my favorite but it’ll do. And I know it is your favorite.” Lavi smiled brightly and held up another shot.

Allen returned the smile and downed another shot. And then another. And another.

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“Kaaandaaaa,” Allen called out to him over the loud bar music.

“What?” Kanda asked impatiently. He was becoming progressively more irritated as the night wore on. He would have gladly left hours ago if Beansprout hadn’t gotten so damn drunk. And if Kanda hadn’t noticed the way some of the other men in the bar were looking at the white-haired idiot- like he was a lamb to the slaughter. Normally he wouldn’t give a fuck. But, he admitted to himself, he had begrudgingly come to care about the Bean and knew that the other man was currently in no condition to defend himself should some scumbag decide to take advantage of him.

Which was very likely to happen since Allen looked like a goddamn fucking snack tonight. He was wearing impossibly tight pants which really brought attention to how incredible his ass looked. As well as an even tighter tank-top which highlighted his lithe and toned form.

“Come dance with meeee!”

Ugh. If only the idiot wasn’t so fucking obnoxious when he was drunk. “No.”

“You’re no fun!” he complained vehemently, attempting to stand up from the table and nearly falling to the floor in the process. Kanda grabbed him to steady him.

“I think you’ve had more than enough fun for the both of us tonight. You’re drunk as shit,” Kanda noted dryly. “Come on. I’ll order an Uber and take you home.”

Beansprout looked surprised and then a deep flush bloomed along his cheeks. He suddenly looked....shy? Kanda was certainly confused, but who knew what went through the Bean’s head. The younger man was suddenly more cooperative and agreed to let Kanda get him home safely. Good. He started walking towards the door, a hand still holding one of Allen’s arms to help keep him steady.

They were almost at the door when Beansprout stopped all of a sudden, tugging at the arm Kanda held and refusing to continue walking when Kanda tried to get him to keep moving.

“Wait! I gotta pee!” Allen insisted, still trying to tug his arm back.

Kanda sighed but turned them towards the bathroom instead. Stumbling, Allen made his way inside while the dark-haired man waited outside the door. A couple of minutes later the door swung open again and Allen emerged, nearly toppling over as he tripped on his own feet. Instead of falling to the floor he managed to crash into Kanda instead. Allen’s hands pressed against Kanda’s chest as he tried to catch himself, a flush blooming across his face again.

Kanda didn’t have the patience for this. “Let’s go Sprout.” He gripped Allen by the arm again, practically hauling him out of the bar to wait outside. While Allen had been in the bathroom, Kanda had ordered an Uber so the wait hopefully wouldn’t be long.

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“Where are your keys?” Kanda asked as he helped Allen down the hall to his apartment. The idiot was stumbling around even more now after the short ride and Kanda had needed to wrap an arm around the man’s waist so that he didn’t run into anything or fall on his face.

Allen stopped walking to fish his keys out of his pocket, promptly dropping them on the floor once they were in his hand. Kanda sighed. Before he could do anything, the Bean was out of his arms and gracelessly falling to his knees on the floor to grab them. Once he had retrieved his keys Allen turned back to Kanda while still kneeling. “Mmm...want me to do somethin’ while ‘m down here?” The white-haired man licked his lips, eyes glued to the crotch of Kanda’s pants.

Oh. Well. That was unexpected. But...

“Let’s go. In the apartment,” Kanda manhandled Beansprout to his feet, grabbed the keys from him and practically dragged him to his door. He got the door opened and Allen inside with minimal issue. He was about to tell the idiot to drink some water before he went to sleep so that he wouldn’t be so hung over in the morning. But before he could, Kanda was shoved against the door and a pair of soft lips was pressing against his own eagerly.

Fuck. Kanda couldn’t deny that he wanted this and with Allen pressing against him so nicely he temporarily forgot about why he definitely should not be doing this. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the lithe body and plunged his tongue into Allen’s very willing mouth.

“Mmnnn,” Allen moaned as their tongues slid together wetly. Kanda continued the hungry kiss. He felt like he could just devour the other man. Without thinking, he moved one of his hands to grope the supple flesh of Allen’s ass. Fuck, he felt so good.

Kanda withdrew his tongue to nip lightly at Allen’s bottom lip which caused the younger man to gasp before crashing their lips together more firmly than before. The Bean’s arms slid around his back, sneaking underneath the hem of his shirt and Kanda could feel himself getting hotter and hotter. He groaned, gliding his tongue against the other man’s once more.

Allen groaned and pressed his body against Kanda’s fully. “Ahh!” the younger man broke from the kiss with a surprised moan when their cocks brushed together underneath their clothes. Fuck. Beansprout was so fucking hard. Feeling Allen against him was driving him insane with desire. Kanda needed to stop this before it got even more out of control. He tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go with his back against the door.

“God, Kanda!” Allen was undulating against him more insistently, panting and making all of these sinful noises.

Kanda was seriously tempted to let the Bean continue. But he refused to take advantage of the man while he was drunk. He gripped Allen’s hips and gently pushed him away. Allen made a strangled noise of protest and looked up at him in confusion.

“Nnngh. Kanda...please...”

“Shoes off,” Kanda instructed and held Allen steady as he hurried to comply- nearly falling over in the process. Thankfully, it didn’t take long and then the younger man was looking up at him expectantly. He quickly toed off his own shoes as well.

“Come on.” Kanda took him by the hand and began leading him to his bedroom.

“Mmm...I’ve wanted this for a long time....” Allen said. “Kinda like you a lot...”

Kanda huffed a laugh. Of course Beansprout would confess to him now when he couldn’t even do anything about it. Already he felt guilty for letting himself get caught up in making out with the other man.

“Tch. Tell me when you’re sober.”

“Hm?”

“Tch.” They finally reached Allen’s bedroom. Kanda pulled the other man inside and gently nudged him towards his bed. “Alright Sprout. Time for you to get some sleep.”

“Noooo,” Allen whined. “Want you.” As if to prove it, the white-haired menace pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before starting on the fastenings on his pants. Kanda was slightly impressed with Allen’s dexterity when he had them open in seconds. And then he was shimmying out of them, sitting on the bed to kick the tight garment off his legs.

With an incredibly lewd look, the Bean was up and stalking towards him. Kanda inhaled sharply when he saw the clear evidence of Allen’s last statement straining against the fabric of his skin-tight boxers. Fuck. Why did he need to be so fucking responsible?

Before Allen could plaster himself against Kanda again the older man stopped him, holding him at arm’s length. “You need to go to sleep, Beansprout.”

The younger man made a displeased noise. “But’cha said you wanted to take me home,” he whined, pulling back to look at Kanda pleadingly.

“To make sure you got here safely,” Kanda explained.

He watched realization dawn on Allen’s face, quickly followed by hurt. Shit. Kanda wanted to reach out to him, explain himself better- Beansprout clearly misunderstood. But before he could do that, Allen turned to face his bed and mumbled a quiet, “please leave,” before climbing underneath the covers.

With a sigh Kanda left the room, shutting the door behind him. He walked back to Allen’s living room, grabbed the blanket from the back of the Bean’s couch and stretched out on it to sleep for the night. He would talk Allen in the morning. When he was sober.

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Late in the morning, Allen woke with an aching head and equally aching bladder. He stumbled out of bed and across the hall to the bathroom, sighing in relief as he used the toilet. Once he had finished doing his business, Allen turned to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth. He spit the minty foam into the sink and then glanced in the mirror to make sure none was left on his face- pausing when he noticed his obviously kiss-swollen lips.

Everything from the night before came crashing back to him and he felt his heart rate pick up fast. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. He had not drunkenly made out with Kanda. He groaned in despair, remembering how he had thrown himself at the man- only to have his advances ultimately be rejected. Fuck! How was he ever going to face Kanda again? He never should have let Lavi convince him to go out last night! He groaned again, murmuring curses under his breath. He startled when there was a knock at his bathroom door.

“You alright in there Sprout?” Kanda’s deep voice came from the other side.

Shit! Kanda was still in Allen’s apartment! Why? Why hadn’t he left last night like he had told him to? Allen felt his face heating as he contemplated what he was going to do next. But he couldn’t even think with his head pounding the way it was. Why did he have to go and get so damn drunk last night?

“Beansprout?” A note of concern was audible in Kanda’s voice now.

“Uh. Yeah. I’m fine.” Allen responded, trying to sound calm despite the fact that he was still absolutely panicking. He pulled open the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Tylenol he kept in there, shaking two pills into his hand before replacing the bottle. He took the pain relievers with water from the sink faucet and then wiped the excess from his face.

Steeling himself, Allen opened the bathroom door to find Kanda leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed and looking as delicious as ever. Allen mentally cursed himself again and then flushed when he realized he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. “Thank you. For, uh, getting me home last night.” Ugh. He felt so fucking awkward.

Kanda rolled his eyes. “That shit you said last night. Did you mean it?”

Allen could feel himself blushing even harder now. “I’m not sure I know what you mean. What stuff?” His voice sounded strained and not nearly as nonchalant as he had been trying for. Of course he remembered what he had said. Every embarrassing word. He tried to walk past the other man so that he could at least grab some pants to put on. Kanda seemed to have other ideas though and crowded him against the wall instead.

“Figures you’d need a reminder. Baka Moyashi,” Kanda scoffed before leaning in even closer, one arm braced against the wall beside Allen’s head.

And then there were lips on Allen’s, moving against his slowly, coaxing him. Allen whined softly and wrapped his arms around Kanda’s back, pulling him closer. Kanda obliged, cradling Allen’s head with his free hand and tilting it in order to deepen the slow kiss. It felt so good to kiss the other man- Allen had wanted this for so long. They were being much more gentle compared to the previous night and Allen quickly found himself moving his lips more insistently against Kanda’s, caressing and exploring the other man.

Allen’s heart was racing, body buzzing with the pleasure of feeling Kanda’s lips sealing against his own. His stomach felt tingly and heat was consuming him, just as the older man’s lips were. He moved one hand up Kanda’s back, resting between his shoulder blades and allowing their chests to press together more firmly.

“Mmmm,” Allen moaned softly. He licked across Kanda’s lips and relished the accompanying groan from the other man before a soft tongue was sliding sensuously against his own. God this felt so good and his body was already responding, arousal thrumming through him and cock rapidly swelling with desire. But then he remembered what had happened last night. How they had been in a position so similar to this one. And then Kanda had rejected his advances. Was he just setting himself up for more of the same?

Panting for breath, Allen pulled away from the kiss though his arms stubbornly remained wrapped around Kanda’s back. The other man was gazing at him with such a heated expression that Allen wanted to immediately pull him back in again. He looked off to the side to conquer the temptation. How could Kanda look at him like that after rejecting him just last night? Allen’s arms loosened around the other man, though still held him lightly.

Kanda must have sensed the shift in Allen’s mood because he pulled back just a little more, giving them both space to breathe. “Last night you said that you wanted me. That you had feelings for me. Did you mean it?”

Allen swallowed apprehensively. “Yes. I did.” He looked into Kanda’s alluring blue eyes, aware that hurt likely shown in his own. But his voice remained firm, assertive. “And then you rejected me.”

Kanda’s brows rose in surprise before knitting together in confusion. “What do you mean I rejected you?”

Seriously? Was Kanda just fucking with him now? Allen’s jaw clenched as he pulled back from Kanda completely, quirking an eyebrow at him. “I told you I wanted you...that I wanted to have sex with you. And you rejected me. You pulled away and told me to go to sleep.”

Kanda shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t rejecting you, idiot. You-”

Allen’s temper flared. “Then what the fuck would you call it?” his voice was rising but he couldn’t help it. Why did Kanda need to be so damn insufferable?

“You were fucking plastered!” Kanda shouted.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Allen yelled back.

Kanda gave him an incredulous look. “Because that’s not how consent works, asshole! I wasn’t going to have sex with you and then have you end up regretting it because you were so fucking drunk you didn’t realize what you were doing! If I was rejecting you I would have gotten a fucking Uber home. Dipshit.”

Oh. All of the anger drained from Allen as realization hit him. Kanda had pulled away for his sake. Not because the other man hadn’t wanted to have sex with him. He’d never had that happen before. Any other guy he’d been with had never cared if Allen was drunk when they had sex. But Kanda did. Did that mean....? “Kanda...do you...have feelings for me too?” he asked hesitantly, voice quiet. He felt a flush rising to his face again.

The other man rolled his eyes. “You are such a fucking idiot, Beansprout.”

“Hey!” Allen protested.

“Since you are obviously too dense to figure it out yourself. Yes. I have fucking... feelings for you,” he spat the word like it offended him to admit it. “Yes, I want to have sex with you. Any other stupid fucking questions?”

Allen’s heart rate had picked up again at the man’s confession and he decided to ignore the insults. There was something much better he would rather be doing. “Do you...still want to? Have sex?” he asked, properly chastened. Allen most definitely did- he hadn’t even completely softened while they argued.

Kanda huffed a laugh. “Idiot.” He sounded much more fond now. Before Allen could dignify that with a response, Kanda was sealing their lips together again and pulling Allen into his arms.

Once more, Allen wrapped his arms around Kanda to pull the man closer as the kiss quickly turned heated. Kanda’s tongue was moving against his own again, practically devouring him. Allen’s body was quickly warming up, stomach tingling pleasantly and cock hardening. He shifted his hands so they were touching the bare skin of Kanda’s back beneath his shirt.

Kanda groaned softly and pulled away from the kiss to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off. Allen licked his lips as his eyes roved over the muscled chest and arms. “How are you so hot?” he asked, groaning. Kanda huffed a laugh and reached up to pull the tie from his hair, black locks cascading down around his shoulders.

“Good to know you think so.” Kanda had a very cocky smirk on his face.

“As if you didn’t know,” Allen grumbled.

“Heh.” The dark-haired man leaned in again, wrapping his arms around Allen’s back and capturing his lips in another hungry kiss. Allen wrapped his arms around Kanda’s neck, fingers twining in sleek black hair as their lips pressed together, tongues sliding, tasting, claiming. They were definitely not being gentle anymore.

“Nnngh,” Allen moaned into the other man’s mouth when one of Kanda’s hands moved to grope his ass and pull their bodies flush against one another. “Mmmm!” Allen’s hips jerked into the contact, stuttering against Kanda’s. And fuck, Kanda was hard too, dick digging into him as they rocked together again.

Allen felt like his lungs were too small for him, like he couldn’t get enough air. He broke from the devouring kiss to pant for breath, head knocking back against the wall as he undulated against Kanda. “Ahhh. Kanda.”

“Yes, Beansprout?” Kanda murmured huskily in his ear, nibbling lightly on the sensitive lobe before trailing kisses along his jaw and neck.

“Nnngh!” Allen moaned when Kanda began sucking on the sensitive skin just above his collar bone, arching into the other man. “Want you...” he gasped out between harsh breaths.

“Mmm,” Kanda hummed and continued sucking and laving the skin of Allen’s neck, seemingly in no hurry to move things along. Kanda was driving him mad! Allen’s dick was rigid and pulsing between them, aching for the other man. And all of these ridiculously lewd noises were just spilling out of him unhindered. He was sure he couldn’t contain his voice even if he tried. Allen rolled his hips more insistently, gripping Kanda’s ass and pressing them together more firmly. God, that was good.

Kanda pulled away from his neck, devouring his lips once more and effortlessly lifting Allen into his arms. Allen groaned as he was pressed against the wall with his legs wrapped around Kanda’s waist. The friction of Kanda’s hips rocking against his own even better now. But it still wasn’t enough! He broke away from the kiss to gasp out, “Kanda, please...”

The older man groaned and dove back in to claim Allen’s tongue again. But it seemed as though Allen’s plea worked because Kanda turned and began walking- presumably into Allen’s bedroom. Kanda stopped and Allen yelped a bit in surprise when he was dropped onto the mattress and then slid himself so that he was laying in the middle of the bed instead of at the edge.

Rather than climbing onto the bed and joining him, Kanda lowered his hands to his pants and opened them with practiced ease before letting the garment slide down his legs and to the floor. “Mmmm,” Allen groaned at the sight of Kanda’s rigid cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

Kanda gave him a cocky grin and then hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband to shove the underwear over his hips and to the floor, allowing his dick to spring free. Allen’s eyes were roving the man’s nude form, feeling his cock twitching in anticipation. When Kanda reached a hand down to grip his cock, stroking himself a few times, Allen let out a strangled noise followed by an explosive “fuck!”

Hastily Allen reached to his own boxers, planting his feet on the bed and lifting his hips to remove them and toss them to the floor where they belonged. Since Kanda clearly wanted to tease him, Allen would do the same in return. He kept his knees bent, feet flat on the bed and spread his legs wider invitingly before sliding a hand down his chest to grasp his aching erection and slowly fist the firm length. He felt the mattress dip slightly as Kanda began crawling up the bed towards him, looking like a predator stalking it’s prey.

“You look so fucking delicious Beansprout,” Kanda murmured as he ran his hands from Allen’s knees along the outside of his thighs. Simultaneously he bent to kiss and nip the delicate skin of Allen’s inner thighs, treating one leg first and then the other.

“Ohhhh....fuck! Kanda!” Allen was going to lose his mind. He was so fucking horny for this man. His cock was dripping precum and aching terribly. He continued stroking himself to relieve some of the tension but he was stopped when Kanda grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. Allen’s resulting whine sounded absolutely tortured. But before he could open his mouth to protest there was a hot, wet tongue licking from the base of his erection to the tip, swirling around the head before he was engulfed by Kanda’s mouth.

“Ah! Fuck! K-Kanda!” Shit! If Kanda kept this up for very long, Allen wasn’t going to be able to hold out for the main event. Already, he could feel arousal coiling more insistently- the wet heat felt so insanely good. But then Kanda only bobbed his head twice, sucking lightly before popping off of him again. Allen was panting harshly as Kanda moved so that he was hovering over him, blue eyes staring down into Allen’s grey.

“How do you want it?” Kanda asked, voice low and husky with desire.

Normally Allen really didn’t care about the particulars- he liked bottoming just as much as topping. But right now, he really wanted to have Kanda’s dick inside of him. “Fuck me,” he answered breathlessly. “Condoms and lube are in the top drawer.” He waved a hand to indicate his bedside table.

Kanda pressed their lips together for another hungry kiss, this one much slower than the others, before getting up to grab the necessary items. When he returned to his previous position, Kanda set them aside and kissed Allen’s lips briefly before trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck and then his chest, teasing Allen’s nipples with tongue and teeth. Allen was writhing and mewling beneath the man, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to gain some sort of friction. But Kanda’s body was too far away. So Allen wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, using the leverage to force their bodies together. He moaned loudly when their cocks brushed together and continued moving against the hot body on top of his own.

“Kanda, you’re driving me insane,” he whined as he rocked against the dark-haired man. “Hurry up and fuck me, dammit!”

“Mmm. So impatient,” Kanda murmured, capturing Allen’s lips in a scorching kiss before pulling away to grab the bottle of lube. Allen watched eagerly as he popped the top and poured a generous amount onto his fingers before setting it aside. And then- finally- slick fingers were brushing along his balls and perineum stopping when they reached his entrance.

“Ahhh,” Allen moaned softly as the delicate skin was massaged lightly for a few moments before a slick finger prodded inside. Slowly the digit moved deeper, massaging his inner walls and wriggling to stretch the space as it went along. And then Kanda was pulling it back out just as slowly before repeating the same motions again and again until Allen was writhing breathlessly. It felt so good.

After what felt like forever to Allen, the finger finally retreated completely. And then there were two fingers massaging him, pressing against the ring of muscles until finally Allen was breached again. “God, Kaaaandaaaa,” he moaned as the man continued slowly stretching him, scissoring his fingers and petting Allen’s insides.

He heard Kanda huff softly in amusement before a wave of pleasure crashed over him as his prostate was stroked firmly. “Ohhhh!” Allen rocked his hips against the fingers inside of him, trying to get more of the delicious pleasure. But Kanda pulled back slightly and continued the torturously slow stretching. How was Kanda not dying right now? Allen could see that the other man’s cock was rock-hard and leaking just as much as his own was. And yet Kanda seemed as though he was in no rush at all! Allen wanted to scream!

Allen’s prostate was stroked purposefully again before Kanda withdrew to apply more lube. And then there were three rubbing along his entrance. “Agh! Kanda! Come on!” Allen was writhing and bucking against them desperately, voice completely unrestrained. The other man smirked and then pressed his fingers inside. “Fuck! Kanda! I need- Ah!”

“Mmmm. Patience, Allen,” Kanda purred, prodding his prostate again.

Allen shivered at the sound of his name coming from Kanda’s lips, desire just climbing higher and higher. His dick was pulsing angrily, balls tight, and ass desperate to have Kanda’s cock inside. Allen couldn’t take it anymore- he needed Kanda to hurry up and fuck him! “Kandaaaa...I- Ah! Please! I can’t- Shit!” Allen’s hips jerked against the fingers inside of him roughly when his prostate was stroked again. He was ready to start begging for it if he needed to, pride be damned. But then finally, finally Kanda removed his fingers.

The dark-haired man grabbed the strip of condoms and tore one off. With practiced fingers, he opened the small packet and rolled the condom on. Allen propped himself up on an elbow and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his hand and tossing it aside. Kanda groaned loudly, hips jerking forward as Allen hastily slicked him up with a few flicks of his wrist.

Satisfied, Allen flopped back onto the bed and shoved his hips into Kanda’s lap. “Come on, Kanda. Take me,” He demanded, voice slightly hoarse from use. Kanda grabbed one of Allen’s pillows and shoved it underneath the younger man’s hips. Allen let out a loud, broken moan when a moment later he felt the head of Kanda’s erection pressing against his entrance.

Fuck! Kanda’s dick felt so hot against the sensitive skin. For a moment the older man simply rubbed the tip against Allen’s opening, making him absolutely feral with need. It seemed as though every single one of Kanda’s touches was designed to make him go absolutely mad. Allen was certain he had never been this turned on before in his life. He writhed against the bed, attempting to engulf that teasing cock.

Kanda leaned over to kiss Allen heatedly before pushing past the tight ring of muscles and slowly sheathing himself inside. “Oooohhhhhh,” Allen moaned when Kanda stopped, fully inside of him. Fuck! Kanda was inside of him! Allen felt filled to the max, muscles stretched tightly around the rigid organ. But he didn’t feel any pain. Clearly Kanda knew what he was doing.

Allen wanted the man to start moving now, not really needing time to adjust after the thorough stretching. But Kanda seemed content to continue torturing him, just nipping and kissing the sensitive skin of Allen’s neck again. “Fuck, Kanda. Please just fuck me!” Allen couldn’t even bring himself to care that his voice sounded extremely whiny. His body felt like it was on fire and he needed this man to help him quench the flames of his desire.

“No patience,” Kanda huffed lightly, kissing Allen’s lips roughly once more. He broke the kiss when he began to slowly withdraw. Kanda’s face looked slightly pinched with the effort of holding back as he thrust slowly and steadily in and out, in and out. And oh, the friction of him moving inside of Allen felt incredible! Kanda’s dick felt so big and was reaching so deep inside. But the slow and steady pace was torture! Allen needed so much more, felt so on edge with heat consuming him overwhelmingly.

When Kanda paused to lean in and murmur “You feel so fucking good, Beansprout” in Allen’s ear, the younger man shifted his position slightly.

He raised his knees, wrapping his hands around his thighs and pulling his legs towards his own body even more. When he stopped, his knees were almost next to his ears. He murmured, sultry, “Come on Kanda. Fuck me harder. I know you want to.”

Kanda let out a long, low groan. “Fuck!” The control the man had been holding on to finally seemed to snap. When he started thrusting again, his pace was much faster and Allen let out a loud and appreciative moan.

“Ahhh! Yes!” Allen threw his had back against the pillow, feeling his prostate hit dead on when the other man fucked into him hard. “Ohhhhh!”

Yes! This was what Allen had wanted, needed- Kanda, claiming his body, completely unrestrained. Allen could feel his toes curling in pleasure as he was fucked so perfectly. Kanda’s cock was ramming into his prostate with each thrust inside and Allen couldn’t stop the pleasured, wounded sounds from escaping.

There had been so many nights that Allen had fantasized about Kanda, moaning needily with his own fingers thrusting inside himself slickly, his other hand wrapped around his aching erection. But as incredible as those fantasies had been, the reality was sooo much better. Nothing Allen had experienced before could even compare.

Kanda’s cock was burning inside of him, so thick and firm. The groans and grunts the man emitted sounded sinful and just drove Allen’s desire higher and higher. “Ahhhh! Nnnngh!”

His voice was sounding ragged as he moaned and keened beneath Kanda, body writhing against the other man’s. Kanda’s dick felt so fucking good fucking into him, the feeling making Allen absolutely feral. His own cock was pulsating harshly, begging for some care. But Allen knew that if he gave in, he was going to come far too quickly. And he wanted this to last.

“Fuck! Allen!” Kanda groaned loudly as he thrust frantically.

The sound of their bodies slamming together with each thrust was loud and it was just making Allen feel even needier. Arousal was churning insistently in his abdomen, tightening more and more each time his prostate was hit.

“Oh god! Kanda! Ahhhh!” Allen felt so on edge, needing to come desperately but still not wanting it to end. It was just too damn good. His entire body was shaking and burning with pleasure and he could feel himself getting close despite the lack of attention to his rigid cock.

Allen felt Kanda’s thrusts stutter out of rhythm and knew he was getting close as well. Giving in, Allen released his grip on one of his legs, letting it rest on Kanda’s shoulder instead so that he could tend to his neglected erection.

“Ohhhh! Ahhh!” Allen moaned at the sensation, dick throbbing in his hand as he fisted himself roughly.

“Fuck!” Kanda groaned as he stared at Allen hungrily, watching as he stroked his dripping cock.

“Ohhh! Kandaaa! I-Ah! I’m- Nnngh! Ssshit!” Allen couldn’t even form a proper sentence anymore. He was So. Fucking. Close.

“Allen. Come for me,” Kanda commanded, voice husky.

And that was all it took. Allen’s voice broke on a scream as his orgasm crashed into him hard, body locking and vision blacking out momentarily. His dick pulsated in his hand as he ejaculated in a few powerful waves of pleasure. And then his body collapsed, hand slipping from the leg he was still holding as he laid there, utterly boneless and panting for breath.

“Nnngh! Allen!” Kanda moaned, face burying in Allen’s neck as he tensed. Kanda’s body shook and he ground into Allen as his dick constricted inside of him with his release.

“Mmnnn,” Allen moaned breathily, relishing the feeling.

After a few moments Kanda carefully extracted himself from Allen and collapsed on the bed next to him, panting harshly. He quickly removed the condom and tied off the end. Allen turned onto his side to curl against the other man, who wrapped an arm around his back to hold him gently.

It was several minutes before either man spoke, both too focused on calming down and catching their breaths.

“Mmmm. Damn. That was the best orgasm of my life,” Allen murmured, feeling completely satiated.

Kanda snorted a laugh.

Allen decided to ignore that. “Wanna be my boyfriend?” He couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, despite everything they had just done.

“If you really need me to answer that, then you’re even more of an idiot than I thought.”

Allen shifted to shoot a glare at Kanda’s face. And noticed an amused- and very smug- smirk on his face. “Insufferable man,” he mumbled. He really couldn’t complain though. He was very happy that Lavi had dragged them both out the night before after all.