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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Kasanoda_Ritsu/Sendou_Tetsuya
  Character:
      Sendou_Tetsuya, Kasanoda_Ritsu
  Additional Tags:
      No_Plot/Plotless, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Gentle_Sex, Awkward
      Sexual_Situations, Topping_from_the_Bottom
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-23 Words: 1989
****** Gentle ******
by tastewithouttalent
Summary
     "It all adds up with very little arithmetic to a kind person, a boy
     barely out of high school, now, who for all the harsh lines of his
     face has the gentlest hands Tetsuya has ever known." Kasanoda is
     always gentle with Tetsuya.
There are a lot of things to love about Kasanoda Ritsu. Tetsuya has spent the
last few years piecing them together, collecting them close against him the
same way the other boy collects hurt birds and robot figurines, storing every
startled smile like it’s a jewel and learning the soft shape of his eyes when
he’s too relaxed to remember to scowl. It all adds up with very little
arithmetic to a kind person, a boy barely out of high school, now, who for all
the harsh lines of his face has the gentlest hands Tetsuya has ever known.
Which is all to say that it’s not a lack of appreciation that drags a resigned
sigh up Tetsuya’s throat when Kasanoda hesitates for the fourth time in five
minutes, his hold on the other boy’s hip so delicate-nervous that it’s
completely failing at its job of bracing Tetsuya in place.
“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” Kasanoda demands, the rough edge under his
voice speaking to his uncertainty as much as his concern. “We can stop, I
wouldn’t mind, you know.”
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“I would mind,” Tetsuya snaps back, a little harsher than he means to. He can’t
help it. It’s been almost a half hour, and he’s been hard for half again that
long, and all he wants is for Kasanoda to replace the push of his too-gentle
fingers into the other boy with his cock. He has to shut his eyes to collect
himself again, take a deep breath in the calming darkness so he can speak with
perfect softness when he goes on. “Really, Ritsu, I’m fine. I was fine last
time, too.”
It’s charming, in a way, is more endearing than otherwise afterwards, when
Tetsuya is flushed and sated and warmed-over with pleasure. There’s something
exciting about the way Kasanoda looks at him, the way the other boy’s eyes go
wide and breathless like Tetsuya is another one of his broken birds to be
cupped between palms and let loose to fly. But right now it’s frustrating, that
after a half-dozen times tonight Kasanoda won’t get the point even when Tetsuya
spells it out for him, tips his hips up to meet the too-delicate push of the
lube-slick fingers sliding into him.
“Seriously,” Tetsuya says, his voice still soft and his eyes still shut. “Next
time I’m topping and we’ll see how much you like being teased.”
“I’m not teasing!” Kasanoda protests, startled into volume. “Am I teasing you?”
He sounds sincere in the question, gruff concern lacing his voice, like he’s
never even contemplated the possibility.
“Ritsu.” Sharp on his tongue, hot enough that Kasanoda’s movements stick and
stall. Tetsuya opens his eyes, pushes himself up on an elbow so he can lean in
towards the other boy and hiss his words instead of shouting them.
“Please, please just fuck me already.”
It’s worth it for the expression on Kasanoda’s face. Tetsuya is close enough
that he can see the other’s pupils dilate huge for a moment, can see Kasanoda’s
strained frown fall slack and open-mouthed with heat. The groan in Kasanoda’s
throat does justice to the surge of blood that undoubtedly just hit his cock,
and when Tetsuya reaches down to close his fingers at Kasanoda’s hand and ease
him back there’s no protest at all. Tetsuya moves as soon as Kasanoda’s fingers
are free, reaching up to wrap an arm around the other boy’s broad shoulders and
tug until he’s urged the other down, until Kasanoda’s free hand is braced
alongside his arm and their position is too suggestive for even Kasanoda to
manage hesitation.
Or so Tetsuya thinks. Kasanoda is looking down between them, running slick
fingers up over himself, and Tetsuya’s sure satisfaction is just over the
horizon, the stretch and heat of Kasanoda sliding into him when
there’s another pause, a stall in motion and his expectations both.
“Tetsuya,” Kasanoda blurts, anxious on the name as he ever is. “Tell me if--”
“I’ll tell you,” Tetsuya agrees instantly, before he gets the confirmation he
doesn’t need of the end of Kasanoda’s sentence. “Please.”
Kasanoda swallows, as hard and shaky as if this is their first time all over
again, and Tetsuya finds that charming too, as sweet as the careful way clumsy
fingers ease his knee up and out. He doesn’t need the encouragement -- he’s
angling himself up already, hooking his legs in around Kasanoda’s hips as fast
as the other boy lowers himself into position -- but it’s sweet nonetheless,
enough reminder of all those things Tetsuya loves to make him smile.
Kasanoda breathes out all at once, the sound shivering with strain in his
chest, and then he ducks down, like he always does, presses his mouth to
Tetsuya’s all in a rush like he’s afraid of rejection. Tetsuya is ready for
this, too, fits his free hand up into the silky color of Kasanoda’s hair to
hold him steady, and he’s parting his lips in invitation as Kasanoda’s cock
catches at his entrance and the other boy starts to push into him.
It’s a stretch; it’s always a stretch, even with Kasanoda’s tendency towards
extended preparation. But there’s none of the hurt Kasanoda is always so afraid
of causing, just purring satisfaction stretching like a cat into Tetsuya’s
blood and humming a groan up his throat to stall at Kasanoda’s mouth. He keeps
his legs where they are, the pressure of his heels urging the other boy in
closer, and Kasanoda obeys, keeps moving deeper and hotter until Tetsuya is
gasping, is panting for air gone superheated all around him. He’s trembling,
sensation shuddering all through him, and it’s perfect, it’s exactly what he
wanted.
Kasanoda breaks the kiss, pulls back while Tetsuya is still thrumming hot and
full and stretched tight around the other boy. His eyes look endless, shadowed
over into want, and Tetsuya has a brief, distant flicker of appreciation, that
even Kasanoda’s own pleasure is pushed back in favor of concern for him.
“I’m fine,” he says, fast, while Kasanoda is still opening his mouth to the
concern in his eyes. “I’ll be fine, you can move.”
Kasanoda lets a breath go all at once, something between shaky relief and
overheated desire clouding the sound out of clarity. “Alright,” he allows, and
then he does, draws back to slide forward again with the same painful care.
It’s still friction, still the pleasant pressure Tetsuya is shaking for, but
it’s less of a stretch the second time, less still the third, until Tetsuya has
to drop his hand from Kasanoda’s hair to reach down and close his fingers on
his own cock just to take the edge off the frustration in his blood.
“Ritsu,” he says, his voice unreasonably, deliberately level given his current
position. “You can go faster.” Kasanoda makes a protesting sound, a whine of
uncertainty, but Tetsuya arches up, drags as hard as he can manage at the
other’s hips, and the next thrust is faster, if only barely. Kasanoda’s head is
ducked, his hair falling all in front of his face, but Tetsuya can hear the
strain of focus in his breathing, the attention written in each steady forward
motion of his hips.
“Please,” Tetsuya says, and his hand is moving faster but the heat’s just
burning instead of cresting, everything is almost but not quite enough.
“Harder, Ritsu, please.”
“I’ll hurt you,” Kasanoda protests, losing the rhythm of his motion, and
Tetsuya’s patience shatters all at once.
“You won’t,” he declares. “Get off.”
There’s something a little bit sad about how rapidly Kasanoda responds to the
rejection, pulling away and back over the floor like he was just waiting on the
inevitable push back. If Tetsuya let him he’d leave entirely, Tetsuya suspects,
fumble his clothes out of the tangled mess they’ve made while mumbling half-
formed apologies.
Tetsuya has no intention of letting him do anything of the sort. He’s grabbing
at Kasanoda’s shoulder instead, pushing him over off his knees to fall flat to
the floor instead. There’s a moment of shock, he can see it clear in Kasanoda’s
wide eyes; then he’s moving, swinging a leg up and over Kasanoda’s, and once
he’s straddling the other boy there’s not really much space left for
misinterpretation.
“You won’t hurt me,” Tetsuya says again, a little more gently. The angle is
harder to manage like this; he has to reach between his legs to brace
Kasanoda’s cock steady, has to keep his grip while he rocks himself back and
into place, but then he’s lowering himself all at once, and the sudden push of
heat is enough to distract him from any awkwardness. “Ah.”
“Tetsuya,” Kasanoda manages, hands coming out to close against the other’s
hips. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Tetsuya says, and he doesn’t mean it to come out as a growl of
satisfaction but it does, because he’s moving now, finally, the gentle drag of
Kasanoda’s hands at his hips is nothing like enough to still his motion. He can
set the pace himself like this, rock up and then slide himself down in one
sudden rush, and it’s burning through him like fire with every motion and
this, this is what he wanted. “Fuck.”
“Tetsuya,” Kasanoda gasps, and Tetsuya rocks forward, braces a hand over
Kasanoda’s shoulder so he can balance enough to reach down and close his
fingers around himself again. His motions are easier, now, the pace falling
into alignment with the movement of his hips instead of rushing it; he’s
breathing too hard to lean in for a kiss, but Kasanoda doesn’t look to be much
better, judging from how wide and dark his eyes are. His hair is spilling
across the floor, red like scattered flower petals, and Tetsuya is smiling
again without thinking.
“You’re so beautiful,” Kasanoda blurts, as rough as if it’s something far
harsher than the meaning of the words in reality. “Tetsuya, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” Tetsuya manages, because it’s true, right now, with Kasanoda’s
eyes so wide and his mouth so trembling-soft on the excess of sensation.
Kasanoda’s expression creases, disbelief landing in the lines in his forehead
and tugging his mouth into a frown, but when Tetsuya rocks back harder still
the tension vanishes, chased away by the groan that spills up the other’s
throat.
Neither of them speak much, after that. Tetsuya’s attention is fracturing,
falling away from around him as friction sparks out into his blood with every
thrust of Kasanoda’s cock into him, and Kasanoda is no better, one of his hands
coming up from Tetsuya’s hip to feather through the ends of his trailing hair
instead. Then Kasanoda starts to move himself, rocking up to meet Tetsuya’s
downward motion, and it’s only a few more strokes like that before Tetsuya
chokes an inhale and spills hot against Kasanoda’s stomach. He can’t catch his
breath, can’t stop the rhythm of his movement, and Kasanoda is groaning, the
sound long and rough and telltale before it swings high and he gasps himself
into orgasm hard on the heels of Tetsuya’s satisfaction.
They don’t move for a moment. Tetsuya still has his fingers locked around
himself, his skin going cool as the sweat of exertion evaporates off him, and
Kasanoda looks dazed, only his fingers still idly winding through the strands
of hair at the end of Tetsuya’s ponytail.
“Ritsu--” Tetsuya finally starts, ready to apologize or explain or both.
“You’re great,” Kasanoda says, effectively cutting off anything coherent
Tetsuya might have had to say. “Just so you know.”
Tetsuya’s smile is slow, blossoming out across his face as he tips himself in
to press against Kasanoda’s hot-sticky skin.
“I love you,” he says, soft into Kasanoda’s shoulder, and while the other boy
is still sucking in a breath of surprise he turns his head to press their lips
together with all the care Kasanoda usually demonstrates.
Tetsuya loves how gentle Kasanoda is with him.
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