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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Adekan
  Relationship:
      Yamada_Kojiro/Yoshiwara_Shiro
  Character:
      Yamada_Kojiro, Yoshiwara_Shiro
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-03 Words: 3186
****** carry me ******
by redkings
Summary
     “Well, you see…” Kojiro stops, realizing that he doesn't have any
     idea about what he wants to say. How, exactly, does one go about
     apologizing for dreaming of having sex with one's friend, to that
     friend?
Notes
     with sex, apparently.
     hi, i spent like a month and a half on this, please take it.
The scene in front of Yamada Kojiro is hazy, going in and out of focus before
he's able to register what's happening. His eyes adjust as much as they're able
to, and he realizes that he's leaning over Shiro, his friend Shiro, and
thrusting inside him. And oh, God, it feels good.
Shiro reaches a hand up, gripping Kojiro’s shoulder, and gives him a small
smile. “Officer,” he groans, his breathing catching in his lungs before he lets
out another throaty moan, arching his back in an attempt to get closer to the
other man. 
Kojiro opens his mouth, about to reply to Shiro’s cries, when suddenly the
scene washes out, as if it is words written in sand being taken away by the
tide.
He wakes up in a cold sweat then, sitting up fast and pressing a hand against
his temple. He's blushing now, hard, just remembering what he had been dreaming
of. Why had Shiro -- his good, close friend Shiro -- been underneath him like
that? Why had -- Kojiro inhales here, his blush deepening -- he been
doing...that to Shiro? Not only was it... that, something so scandalous and
embarrassing on its own, but for it to have involved Shiro was just downright
disrespectful.
He holds his head in his hands, thoughts and feelings flying around in his
mind. Kojiro knows how close he is to Shiro, he knows how much they've been
through together, but...to dream of doing that with him is just...why?
Kojiro shakes his head, getting out of bed and beginning to dress himself in
his police uniform. “It doesn't matter why,” he says out loud to himself,
dressing with efficiency. “This is a disgrace to Shiro-kun, and he must be
apologized to immediately.”
It’s then, of course, that he realizes with dread that there’s a little problem
that needs to be taken care of before he goes to see his friend.
===============================================================================
 
When Kojiro shows up at Shiro's house and announces his arrival, Shiro is
sprawled out on the floor, engrossed in a mystery novel. Kojiro shows himself
in, and when Shiro sees him, he shoots him a smile, one of those beautiful,
wholesome smiles that Kojiro loves. His stomach drops.
“What brings you here today, Officer?” Shiro asks, and sits up, his voice as
light and kind as ever.
Kojiro blanches at the title rolling off of Shiro's tongue. The word recalls
too many...dirty feelings in him, stirring within him the memory of everything
the two of them did in his dream. “I-I, um,” he says, and his voice cracks. He
pauses, clearing his throat and trying to steady himself. He knows he's
blushing, but that can't be dealt with as easily. “I came to apologize.”
“Apologize?” Shiro repeats, tilting his head. He looks the officer over, from
his deep red face down to his shaking knees. Something must have embarrassed
him deeply. “What for? You've done nothing to wrong me, that I know of.”
“Well, you see…” Kojiro stops, realizing that he doesn't have any idea about
what he wants to say. How, exactly, does one go about apologizing for dreaming
of having sex with one's friend, to that friend? The entire situation is
embarrassing and disgraceful… Kojiro shakes his head, his cheeks changing shade
to a pretty maroon, and stands up straight, his knees knocking into each other.
“I-I had...a dream last night!”
“A dream, huh?” Shiro says, resting his elbow on his leg and his chin on his
palm. He can basically guess what Kojiro has come to apologize for -- a dirty
dream involving the two of them, probably -- and he laughs, his voice a
beautiful tinkle to Kojiro’s ears. “Officer, you don't need to be so formal
about those kinds of things. We're close, right? It's fine.”
“Huh?” Kojiro’s heart pounds in his chest, embarrassed about Shiro having
already figured it out. “You...know what the dream was about?”
Shiro grins; the blush spreading across the officer’s cheeks is absolutely
beautiful. “Judging by the way you’re fidgeting, I’d guess you were doing
something dirty with me.”
Kojiro immediately chokes at Shiro’s response. Any other day, the younger man’s
face would drop at even a hint of possibility at sex with a man, but today…
Kojiro takes a step closer to Shiro, looking at him with red cheeks and
curiosity. “You’re...you’re right, but,” he murmurs thoughtfully. “But...I'm
concerned about why I had that dream in the first place.”
“Hm, I wonder,” Shiro hums, watching Kojiro with cat-like interest. “Could it
be...you're in love with me, Officer?”
“I-...in love? With Shiro-kun?” Kojiro’s heart feels like it’s dropped to his
stomach, and he sways on his feet, suddenly feeling woozy. “How...could that
be? We're --”
“Just friends?” The other man finishes the statement for him, hopping to his
feet and making his way to Kojiro. Shiro takes the officer's hand, leading him
further into the house. “But we’re close, aren't we, Officer? Don't you take
care of me, like a wife cares for her husband?” Kojiro stutters at this, which
makes Shiro's grin grow wider.
“Do you want to kiss me, Officer?”
All at once, Kojiro knows the meaning of having butterflies in one's stomach.
His senses are being overloaded by the man in front of him: the scent of
Shiro's paints, filtering to his tongue; the sound of Shiro's lilting voice;
the feeling of Shiro's fingers against his, soft and delicate; the sight of
Shiro himself, so young, so beautiful in his delicate appearance. Kojiro
breathes in, feeling his heart pounding against his chest, and nods ever so
slowly.
Shiro grips the officer's hand, rubbing his thumb against his skin gently. He
knows that coming to terms with romantic feelings, especially for another man,
isn’t the easiest thing to do; hell, when Shiro realized his own feelings for
Kojiro, he had to lay down for awhile, and the girl he had been with at the
time had left in an angry huff. He smiles softly at Kojiro, giving him a
delicate sort of look that Kojiro isn’t sure he’s ever seen from the boy
before.
Kojiro opens his mouth to say something, anything, but closes it abruptly; he
can feel that there’s a kind of mood that’s been set now, and any sort of
mindless chatter would break it. Shiro’s free hand snakes to the back of
Kojiro’s neck, and he pulls the taller man down to meet him, pressing their
lips together for the first time.
Shiro’s tongue is a force to be reckoned with, sliding against Kojiro’s soft,
soft lips until the other man obediently opens his mouth, inviting Shiro
inside. The officer knows how experienced Shiro is, in every sense of the word,
so he leaves his tongue in his own mouth, letting Shiro lick at it with quiet
moans.
The smaller man pulls away then, watching as a string of saliva is created
between their mouths. It breaks, and he smiles, looking up at Kojiro. “Well?
How was it?” he asks, his voice slightly hoarse.
Kojiro looks as if he’s in a daze and he’s had all of his wishes granted. The
color in his face has, somehow, grown to be an even darker red, and as he looks
at Shiro, he glances down his body to realize that a tent has formed in his
pants. He backs away from Shiro, hiding his groin behind his hands.
“Oh?” Shiro purrs, following Kojiro with every step back he takes. “Does the
good and dutiful officer have a hard on, just from a kiss?” He reaches forward
and takes Kojiro’s hand in his again, lifting it up to his lips and kissing his
fingertips. Opening his mouth, he wraps his tongue around one of Kojiro's
fingers, licking it in a kind of delicate manner.
A groan rips itself out of Kojiro's throat, and he covers his mouth in
embarrassment with his other hand. Shiro grins around Kojiro's finger and takes
his tongue away, earning himself a whine as he does so.
“You act like you're so pure and put together, but you're just as shameless as
I am,” Shiro whispers, watching Kojiro's red face as he avoids Shiro's eyes.
“D-don’t say that, Shiro-kun,” the officer mutters. “It just...feels so nice, I
can't help it…”
“If you want something that feels even better,” Shiro starts, sliding down
Kojiro's body until his knees hit the floor, “let me do this.” He slowly undoes
Kojiro’s uniform pants, watching with hooded eyelids as the officer above him
stares at his deft fingers, undoing every loop they can reach. He slides the
trousers down Kojiro’s strong thighs, guiding Kojiro to step out of them when
they reach his feet, and throws them aside, marvelling at the man’s legs.
It isn’t like Shiro hasn’t seen them before -- between all of the times that
he’s tried to teach Shiro how to properly wear his fundoshi -- but looking at
Kojiro’s legs up close is like seeing God. Shiro scoots in close, pressing a
kiss to his inner thigh, right near his erection. Kojiro lets out a whine, and
Shiro grins, happy to make the officer above him suffer.
“Take off the rest of your clothes, Officer,” Shiro whispers, and Kojiro
complies, moving as fast as if he were chasing after a criminal. When he
reaches for his fundoshi, Shiro swats his hand away, quickly placing his own
hands on Kojiro’s hips. “I’ll get this,” he murmurs, his eyes dark as he stares
up at the other man. He undoes the fundoshi, letting Kojiro's erection spring
out of it as it falls to the ground.
Kojiro moves his hands, trying to hide his dick from the boy in front of him,
but Shiro bats them away again, clicking his tongue. Instead, he squeezes his
eyes shut, opting not to look at Shiro gazing at his crotch with such a hungry
look on his face.
Kojiro, predictably, is big. Shiro licks his lips and he reaches a hand
forward, stroking his finger from the tip of Kojiro's head to the base of his
cock. Kojiro shivers, and lets out a small whimper. Shiro leans forward and
kisses Kojiro's head once before taking him inside his mouth.
A loud gasp escapes Kojiro's mouth and he arches his back, forcing his cock
further past Shiro's lips. Shiro takes him in, swirling his tongue around the
head and bobbing his own head up and down on Kojiro's dick. The officer
whimpers, rocking back and forth on shaky legs before he falls to his knees,
his cock slipping out of Shiro's mouth in the process.
With trembling hands, Kojiro threads his fingers through Shiro's hair and pulls
him closer, pressing their mouths together. He opens his mouth and whines into
Shiro's, almost begging for the boy to tangle their tongues together again.
When Shiro slides his tongue against Kojiro's, the officer moans and shivers,
tasting himself in Shiro's mouth. He's too far gone in experiencing what Shiro
has to offer, he doesn't stop to think of how lewd this all is.
Shiro, on the other hand, grins against Kojiro's mouth. It's been a long time
since he's had a cock inside his mouth, or anywhere else, but it's different
with Kojiro. Kissing the officer, touching him, feeling how hot and bothered he
is...it’s different than anything Shiro has ever experienced before. Though he
can feel how deprived Kojiro is -- by the way their tongues and saliva mix
together, the way Kojiro’s fingers are gripping the back of Shiro’s head,
delicate but strong -- but he can feel love here too. He places his hands on
Kojiro’s shoulders, pushing him away gently and ending the kiss. Kojiro breaks
away, panting, with a confused look in his eyes.
Instead, Shiro leans forward and bites Kojiro’s neck, sucking hard and running
his tongue over his skin. Kojiro jumps, and another time Shiro tried to bite
him runs through his mind, quickly, before he lets out a throaty moan. Shiro
bites and sucks on multiple spots on Kojiro’s neck, searching out the spots
that make the officer squirm in pleasure. He runs his tongue over Kojiro’s
Adam’s apple, humming as he presses Kojiro to the floor, finally kissing his
way down the officer’s body.
When he reaches his chest, Shiro licks one of Kojiro’s nipples, and the man
underneath him jolts, his breath hitching in his throat. Shiro grins and sucks,
moving one of his hands to toy with the neglected nipple, and soon he has
Kojiro groaning and panting, lifting his hips up in an attempt to reach some
sort of friction for his aching cock. Shiro, feeling Kojiro’s sudden movements,
takes his erection in his other hand, stroking him slowly while continuing to
kiss down the other man’s chest.
Shiro takes his hand away from Kojiro’s cock as soon as he reaches his groin,
and Kojiro whines from the loss. Smiling, Shiro leans in, kissing Kojiro’s
thighs softly and ignoring his erection. He’s entirely too close, though, and
Kojiro cries out, moving his hips closer to Shiro’s mouth before the boy pins
him down.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Shiro tsks and draws his finger from Kojiro’s pelvis right past
his cock, drawing a hiss from Kojiro. “Don’t rush this, Officer. I know how to
bring you to ecstasy, but you have to leave it all to me.” He leans in closer
to Kojiro’s cock, breathing on it lightly, before pulling away and leaving
Kojiro panting.
As much as Shiro wants Kojiro's cock back in his mouth -- and he wants it,
badly -- he's begun to feel needy himself, his own dick hard and pulsing
beneath his kimono. He disrobes, tossing his clothing across the room, and
Kojiro realizes, without surprise, that the boy isn't wearing any underwear. He
stifles a chuckle as Shiro crawls away and begins to search for something in a
pile of random items.
Shiro pulls out a bottle then, a knowing smile on his face, and makes his way
back to Kojiro, settling between the officer's thighs. He uncorks the bottle
and pours some of the liquid onto two of his fingers, lathering them up in
preparation. “I need you to relax, Officer,” Shiro says, kisses Kojiro's inner
thigh, circling the man's hole with his index finger.
Unsurprisingly, Kojiro tenses up, the sensation a strange one, and Shiro begins
to kiss his skin more and more, trying to get him to loosen up. Kojiro
breathes, in and out, and finally, Shiro slowly pushes his index finger inside.
Kojiro's breathing hitches in his throat, but he keeps breathing, focusing on
the air in his lungs and not the finger in his ass. Soon enough, the bizarre
feeling changes into a pleasant one, and Shiro gently adds another finger.
He scissors Kojiro's ass thoroughly, and soon enough, he has the officer
moaning again beneath him. He adds another finger, and he must have hit
Kojiro's prostate, because now the man is shuddering and babbling Shiro's name
as if Shiro is a heavenly being.
Kojiro whines, sounding as if he's in physical pain, when Shiro removes his
fingers, but when Kojiro sees the boy lining his cock up with his asshole, he
relaxes himself again, and lets out a deep hiss when Shiro slides himself
inside. Shiro moans, feeling Kojiro's walls grip him tightly, and he steadies
himself by holding into Kojiro's hips.
Kojiro, in turn, latches onto Shiro's shoulders, trying to get used to the
feeling of something so foreign in his ass. He whimpers at every slight
movement Shiro makes, his cock twitching at the neglect it's experiencing.
After a few minutes, Kojiro squeezes Shiro's shoulders, shooting the boy above
him a sweet smile.
“It's okay to move now,” he says, his words coming out breathless. “Please
move, Shiro-kun. Please.”
Without missing a beat, Shiro complies, beginning to thrust slowly in and out
of his friend. Kojiro grips his shoulders, whining and moaning at the complete
ecstasy he’s in; he never would have even considered it before, but being
fucked like this feels so good, and it’s even better with the boy he’s in love
with.
Shiro begins to pick up his pace, which leaves Kojiro a panting mess below him,
and leans forward just a bit, peppering Kojiro’s jaw in light kisses. He
removes one of his hands from Kojiro’s hip and wraps it around the officer’s
cock, swiping his thumb over the head to collect leaking precome. Kojiro cries
out, arching his back while his toes curl, moaning Shiro’s name over and over
again.
It isn’t long before Kojiro comes, and Shiro is amazed that he hadn’t before
now. Kojiro squeezes his eyes shut, and moves his hands from Shiro’s shoulders,
searching for his hands. Finding them, he grabs both of them with his own,
lifting one of them up to his mouth, and gently places a kiss on the boy’s
knuckle. If Shiro’s face weren’t already flushed, it would be from the intimate
gesture from Kojiro, and, to ignore the loud thumping of his heart, Shiro
pounds into Kojiro’s ass just a few more times before coming himself.
Shiro flops onto Kojiro, ignoring the sticky feeling of Kojiro’s come on both
of their bellies. In return, Kojiro wraps his strong arms around Shiro and
presses a kiss to his cheek. Shiro rolls off of him quickly, his face crimson.
“W-what was that for, Officer?”
“Just because,” Kojiro replies, shooting Shiro a wonderfully beautiful smile.
“That was...special, what we just did, and I want to thank you for it.” He
scooches closer to the boy and hugs him tight again, ignoring the protests from
the squabbling Shiro in his arms.
“I-it was nothing…” Shiro mumbles, resting his head against Kojiro’s arm. “How
could I not, for the good Officer that’s so deeply in love with me?”
Kojiro flushes, but keeps his smile going strong. “I don’t think I’m the only
one with feelings here, Shiro-kun,” he says, kissing his cheek again. “I
watched your face, and some of the faces you were making were--”
“Please don’t say anything more, Officer,” Shiro says, pushing Kojiro’s face
away. “I don’t want to hear anything about love or feelings from someone who
was begging to get fucked in the ass like some whore.”
“H-hey!” Kojiro squawks, his embarrassment evident in the way his eyes dart
around the room. “It’s not my fault it felt so good, it--!”
“All right, all right, that’s enough.” Shiro traces a finger against Kojiro’s
abs, watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing. “You’ve tired me out,
Officer, and now I’m going to take a nap.” And with that, Shiro closes his
eyes, using Kojiro’s forearm as a pillow.
Kojiro, too late to argue, instead opts to watch the sleeping boy, even when
his arm falls asleep. He hopes that no one comes knocking, since the two men
are still naked as the days they were born, but for now, resting with Shiro is
as nice as it gets. Feeling sleepy himself, Kojiro’s eyes fall shut, and he
falls asleep, next to the boy he loves.
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