Getting to know you || Maitake/Takemikey

Chapter 2

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In the fourth months he had spent with him, there were many different faces Mikey got to see him make, but never one so wrecked with a guilt and pain which he never thought Takemichi could repress in his heart. The tears running down his cheeks are cleaned quite aggressively as he stares at Manjiro; he's expecting him to leave. He's wishing internally for Mikey to be gone after hearing his declaration just like many others have done in the past. But Mikey isn't like the rest of the people.

He corners him against the wall; his right hand pressed against it, and his left one lift's Takemichi's chin. His bluish eyes tainted with sorrow that had probably been haunting him since that incident occurred; he wished he could tell him that everything will be fine, that the pain will vanish along with the regrets pestering his mind. But he knows better, and he can't lie to him by promising a peace that won't ever come. He may forget about it for some time, but eventually the ache will appear in his heart again sooner or later.

Manjiro softly rubs his cheek, never breaking the connection of their eyes as he leans at him to fuse their lips in the kiss, he knew both of them were craving for. It takes a few seconds to reciprocate, but when it does, neither of them finds the strength to pull away. Shyly at first, Takemichi caresses his chest clenching his nails at his flannel shirt while Mikey's left hand now holds him by his waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens its fervor.

"Mikey..." He said through the kiss, his hands around his neck.

"I know, I know..." Mikey replies whilst traveling his lips on his neck, groaning at the pleasure of his hands tightening the grip on his hair. "But you need a better reason to make me want to leave." If only Takemichi could know about the things he does in his daily life he wouldn't be so harsh on himself, thinking that he's a monster, when compared to Manjiro Takemichi is an angel himself.

"I don't think this is right... How can you be so sure about wanting to stay with me?" Takemichi persists in his comments, but he does nothing to try to push Mikey away. He can tell all the lies his mind comes up with, but it won't be enough to cease his body's screaming at Mikey to not leave him.

"Because I've been the happiest man in the past months as I haven't been in my entire life. Let me show you how I feel." The kisses increase its fervor as Mikey's hands roam his skin under his clothes; his lips dance a slow waltz down at the crook of his neck. Manjiro smiles at the grip tightening on his flannel shirt and hair. He doesn't want to depart from him; God, neither of them wants to ever pull apart from each other but doing it on an alley isn't exactly what Sano has in mind for their first time. So, he obliges himself to step back just to walk him to his car with the final destination of one of his hotels.

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As soon as the two of them crossed the entryway to their room, the heated kiss didn't waste any second. Manjiro smashes him against the wall, grabbing his wrists high at both sides of his head as he kisses enthusiastically and rubs his crotch with his knee to earn a majestic sigh being expelled from his open mouth when he travels his lips down to his neck to leave a hickey on there. Despite the sudden action, he pushed him carefully to not cause any harm to him; that's the least thing he could ever want for him.

He keeps kissing him, marking his neck and lips with the memory of his mouth devouring him. He then pins both of his wrists above his head with his left hand while using the right to unzip his pants to get a better access to the aching bulge covered by his undies. Takemichi squirms, moving his hips when Mikey strokes his size so nicely and mumbles messily his name. He descends at slow pace until he's facing the huge size of him; they're more or less the same, he may be thicker, but Sano is larger in comparison.