kazuichi's journal, or something like that.

first times

kazuichi arrived back a little earlier than planned, but that was okay.
fuyuhiko had an idea.
the most logical way to go about this was to simply tell the mechanic that he liked him back, but what fun was it to be logical? he wanted to do a little flirting first- for science.

it was a perfect, sun-kissed day on the island, and the mechanic was relieved to be home.
damn, those future foundation meetings could be rough as hell.
once he got off the boat, he was greeted by the ever-enthusiastic ibuki, and received a near spine-crushing hug from nekomaru. as he was returning to his cabin, he crossed paths with fuyuhiko, who offered to go on a walk with him. kazuichi, of course, was happy to oblige. that would be a nice ending to an otherwise exhausting weekend.

the two began a leisurely stroll to the park. despite the peaceful lull of the ocean, a heavy tension hung in the air like a blanket. they couldn't quite meet each other's eyes.

it was time to enact his plan.

fuyuhiko decided that he needed to "stretch", and casually placed one of his arms around kazuichi's waist.
so far so good.
it wasn't exactly the most intimate gesture in the world, but it still made the mechanic shudder slightly.
the shorter boy smirked.
"Are you okay..?"
kazuichi looked away, although his ears were a telltale shade of red.
"i'm- i'm good! I'm fine. just a little tired from the boat ride."
the yakuza removed his arm from kazuichi's waist.
then, he cupped kazuichi's face and turned it towards his own, wearing a feigned expression of confusion.
"hmm... you don't look that tired. are you sure everything's okay? you're so warm..."
heh- perfect.

the mechanic's heart was racing. what was fuyuhiko doing? why was he looking at him like that? why-
"hey."
the shorter boy's expression softened.
"can i..?"

he  took a deep breath.

"can i kiss you..?"

"w-wait, for real? i mean- go ahead if you really want to but- you better not be messing with m-!"
fuyuhiko leaned up towards kazuichi, and pressed a gentle kiss to his chapped lips.
"i'm not messing with you."
kazuichi fumbled for something to say.
"could you... could you do that again?"
the yakuza was happy to oblige.
this time, kazuichi took initiative and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy and happily sighing as he did so.
cute.
the two stood there kissing for awhile-  it was sweet, wholesome- well, until fuyuhiko nipped kazuichi's bottom lip.
the mechanic whined into fuyuhiko's mouth.
he then shifted downwards to kiss kazuichi's jaw, but before he could do so, kazuichi stopped him.
"we should- we should probably go somewhere more private for this."
"alright, fine. as long as it's for you."

with that, fuyuhiko guided the taller boy to his cabin, and pinned him to the bed.
he roughly kissed the mechanic's neck, coaxing small, shaky whimpers out of him.
"i have a confession to make, kaz."
"mm- hnh?"
"i feel pretty guilty about it, but i read a few... interesting pages from your journal."
kazuichi's eyes widened.
"fuck, i'm s- i'm so sorry- i know it's disgusting-"
"no need to apologize- i invaded your privacy. i should be the one saying sorry. but..."
the blonde smiled.
"...i'd be glad to indulge some of your little fantasies, if you wanted me to. would you like that?"
kazuichi gave a small nod, gripping the bedsheets.
"alright. just tell me if you want me to stop any point, okay? i don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"mm-hm."

fuyuhiko unzipped kazuichi's jumpsuit, placing his hand on the flat plane of his chest.
he scooted downwards to fully remove the garment, and subsequently tossed it on the floor.
"here- l-lemme help you too..." the mechanic whispered.
he unbuttoned fuyuhiko's suit jacket, then his pants, and threw them on the floor along with his jumpsuit. fuyuhiko undid his dress shirt, and tossed that aside as well.
"guess i gotta take off mine, as well. it's only fair." kazuichi joked.
he attempted to remove his slightly-too-small shirt, only to get it stuck when he tried to pull it over his arms.
"dude, a little help here?"
fuyuhiko laughed, and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. he took a picture of the entangled boy, and then assisted him in taking it the rest of the way off.

"we have got to get you some new clothes."
suddenly, completely shifting gears, he lowered his voice, moving to straddle kazuichi's lap.
"but for now, there's something a little more important we need to do, hm?"
fuyuhiko slowly began to grind onto the boy underneath him, watching as he jolted and shivered with each roll of his hips.
"does that feel good?"
the mechanic tried to respond, only to be cut off by his own moan as fuyuhiko pressed down harder onto his crotch.
"such a good boy, moaning for me like that..."

for a minute, the two rolled their hips in tandem, letting out quiet noises and mumbles of praise.

"shit- 'hiko- i'm gonna-"
at this, the yakuza ceased movement.
"hold on! not yet! i wanna actually be able to fuck you, dumbass."
kazuichi nodded sheepishly, and placed his hand gently on the other boy's.
"do you have protection..?"

wordlessly, fuyuhiko leaned over to open his bedside table, and removed a condom, proceeding to tear the package open and swiftly roll it on his member.

it then became obvious to kazuichi that he wasn't the only one in a hurry.

fuyuhiko pressed two fingers to the mechanic's lips.
"suck."
he gladly obliged, and took the smaller boy's fingers into his mouth, careful not to nick them with his sharp teeth.
after a moment, the yakuza removed his spit-coated fingers, and grinned.
"now, i've done this to myself before, so i'm gonna go pretty quick. tell me if you need me to slow down, alright?"