LenXKaito

Love Is War

Omg I'm alive after twelve years of being inactive!! I'll actually start working on any prompts y'all send me now (-;;;;;;

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Len is kind of confused when he first gets in their house, the silence reverberating off the walls is extremely unusual to him. Usually there are at least ten decibels of screaming from Miku and Rin and then even louder yelling from Luka trying to get them to shut up.

But now there isn't even a peep from anyone, and the only light in the main room is a small candle that Teto likes to keep lit in the connected kitchen. There doesn't seem to be a flicker of brightness anywhere else, from what he can see, and it's eerie.

Len stalks over to the bedroom Kaito shares with Gakupo, peeking his head through the door. The lights in the room aren't on, but Len can see Kaito clearly, illuminated by the bright light of the phone he's typing on. He's sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk, Gakupo's bed, directly facing the door. Len swallows, taking in a breath of anticipation as the screen of Kaito's phone gets dim, and the older boy looks up to Len

He smiles, but it's a smile only Len is familiar with. Not one of his "I-Love-Ice-Cream" smiles, or one where sunshine seeps from the man's face. But one that tells Len he's about to have a very long night.

"Where is everyone?" He asks quietly, pulling both of his armbands off and letting them drop to the floor.

Kaito leans back a bit on the bed, his hands falling behind him hold himself up. Len's eyes trail down to where Kaito's legs have spread, the gap large enough for Len to stand between, and enough to look completely inviting, but not quite far enough to look lewd. Len wants to walk over and plant himself between them, maybe even Kaito would let Len suck him off, but he knows better than to do something like that without being told to.

"They went out for dinner to celebrate the win." Kaito says. He briefly runs his tongue over his bottom lip, Len watching every movement, before he reaches to the bedside table to turn on a lamp. Len is glad, now he can see Kaito's lithe, muscled frame and messy, product-free hair without the blurred pixels of a hologram to ruin it. He wants to run his fingers through Kaito's  fluffy hair and touch the soft skin of Kaito's cheeks and maybe just sleep all day with him but then Kaito speaks, "come here, sweetie."

The voice he uses is higher than his regular tone. It's almost like he's talking to a baby, but with a stern backing that lets Len know he's not playing.

So Len looks down, letting his blond bangs cover his eyes. He feels small, and he feels embarrassed, but he always does at first; before he's had time to fully get into his role and pass the control over to Kaito.

Nevertheless, he takes short strides to where Kaito is seated, holding his hands loosely together in front of himself and looking down as if he's a child who's done something wrong.

The older boy just reaches up, threading his fingers through Len's fluffy hair and stroking back towards his neck. He smiles at the way Len's hair sticks up, still covered in the hairspray used for their performance. He smushes it back down, and lets his hand run over the blond's cheek. "Look at me, baby." He says quietly, waiting for Len's light eyes to meet his own. Kaito smiles at the boy in reassurance, running his thumb over Len's bottom lip. "I need you to suck daddy off, okay?" He asks, and Len blushes.

He doesn't hesitate to sink to his knees before Kaito, pulling off his gray sweatpants. Kaito has one of his hands at the nape of Len's neck, and the other resting on his own knee. His muscles are relaxed, breathing steady, and it makes Len feel all the more comfortable. It still baffles him how Kaito is able to retain complete control and composure at these times when any other time he can never sit still.