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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Jean_Pierre_Polnareff
  Character:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki, Jean_Pierre_Polnareff
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, First_Kiss, Loss_of_Virginity, Switching, First_Time_Blow
      Jobs
  Series:
      Part 4 of JJBA_Rarepair_Week_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-23 Words: 5316
****** A Bold Approach ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     While sharing a hotel room with Polnareff, Kakyoin asks if they could
     have sex. He wants Polnareff to be his first.
Notes
     This is for day four and six of JJBA_Rarepair_Week_2017: "Riding",
     "First Kiss", "Hotel", and "NSFW"!
     Both NSFW artworks linked in the fic are by @embryroe!! ♡
See the end of the work for more notes
“I need to talk to you.”
Glancing over, Polnareff averts his gaze from the sky full of glimmering stars
to Kakyoin, who stood at the sliding door that leads out onto the miniature
balcony. Arching a brow, Polnareff takes one last slow drag of his cigarette,
and then stubs it out into the ashtray as he blew the line of smoke out,
asking, “Sure thing, lapin. Here fine?”
“No. I would rather not inhale all that smoke,” Kakyoin remarks, crossing his
slender arms. Polnareff cracks a laugh and muses, “Fair enough.”
Polnareff turns away from the railing of the balcony and steps back into the
hotel room, passing Kakyoin and then turning to face him. Kakyoin quietly shuts
the sliding door and then looks at Polnareff with a collected gaze. The
slightest change in his face is the faint red blooming in his cheeks. He pulls
nonchalantly at the cuff of his button up shirt, clearing his throat. Polnareff
waits patiently, muscular arms crossed with an encouraging smile on his
freckled face. Kakyoin sighs and looks into Polnareff's pretty blue eyes as he
says, “I want my first time to be with you.”
Pausing, Polnareff tilts his head, taking a moment to decipher what he just
said. Kakyoin presses his thin lips together. Lifting a hand, Polnareff points
a finger at him and asks with raised eyebrows, “You mean... Sex? 'Cause if not
that, then I don't know what you mean.”
“That is what I mean,” Kakyoin answers, his hands curling into fists by his
sides. Polnareff stares at him, and then a lopsided grin spreads over his face.
“Well, aren't you being bold,” he muses, rubbing at the back of his neck, his
grin lessening to a thoughtful frown. He sighs and goes on to say, “Why me? Why
this? Just—why?”
Kakyoin rolls his eyes and then looks away, avoiding the other man's gaze as he
says, “Because you're experienced. And I don't know when I'll have another
chance to... be with a man. I don't have any friends back home, and I hardly
know any man in Japan that's gay.”
“What makes you think I'm gay?!” Polnareff sputters, unsure whether he should
laugh or get angry over Kakyoin's assumption. Kakyoin shrugs, flicking his gaze
up to meet Polnareff's.
“I don't think you're gay. But I also don't think you're entirely straight.”
Blushing, Polnareff huffs and crosses his arms, demanding, “And how did you
come to that conclusion?”
“I saw you kissing Jotaro,” Kakyoin answers, smiling. Polnareff blinks, and
then lets out a long exhale.
“Yeah, that's pretty damning evidence.”
Polnareff stares pensively at the gaudy carpet of the hotel room and then says,
looking up at the redhead with flushed cheeks, “So, why don't you just do it
with Jotaro? You guys are the same age, and you seem to get along well. Go
touch dicks with him, you might be more comfortable with someone who's on
pretty much the same level as you.”
“I'm not interested in Jotaro,” Kakyoin remarks, arching a slender brow at him.
Polnareff grins.
“So then you're interested in me?”
“Considering I came to you asking for sex, yes.”
Polnareff cups his chin and nods sagely, saying, “True, true.”
Then he looks over at one of the hotel beds and gestures to it with a thumb,
asking, “Well, do you have any condoms or lube?”
Silently, Kakyoin approaches his bag by the foot of the bed and crouches down
by it. Reaching in, he grabs what appears to be a plastic bag. He tosses it
towards the Frenchman who catches it and peeks inside. There's a box of condoms
and a tube of lube with unfamiliar text scrawled across it. Glancing up at
Kakyoin with surprise on his face, Polnareff isn't sure what to say, but then
Kakyoin is pulling out another bottle—this one being much larger, and glass.
“I also bought a bottle of wine if you wanted to relax beforehand,” the redhead
says, looking up at Polnareff from where he's crouched, holding out the bottle.
Polnareff, baffled, reaches out to snatch up the wine bottle. Eying the label,
Polnareff furrows his brow.
“I can't even read this shit. Do you know what this says? Is this red? And how
did you even buy this?”
“It's pink. The drinking age in Pakistan is 16,” Kakyoin answers, zipping up
his bag before standing again. Polnareff hums thoughtfully, spinning the bottle
in his hand before he shrugs, sighing, and says, “Well, I'm not really in the
mood to drink. Plus, I don't have to get drunk to want to fuck a cute guy like
you.”
“I'm—I'm... Not cute,” Kakyoin sputters, shocked by his words. Polnareff grins
broadly, eating up the sight of Kakyoin's embarrassed expression and red
cheeks. Pacing up to the hotel room desk, Polnareff sets the bottle of wine
down with a clink, as well as the bag. He digs his hands in it to grab the
condoms and lube. Turning back to Kakyoin, Polnareff paces up to him, earning a
wary gaze from violet eyes. Polnareff smiles at him, searching in his pretty
eyes as he says, correcting himself, “You're right. You're handsome. And
beautiful. Both things, definitely.”
Kakyoin huffs and presses a hand to his brow, hiding his eyes as he looks away.
Polnareff barks a laugh and calls, “See, I was right! You are cute!”
“Shut up before I change my mind,” Kakyoin mutters, dropping his hand and
looking at Polnareff with embarrassment. Grin softening to a smile, Polnareff
tosses the condoms and lube onto the bed, before holding a hand out. Kakyoin
hesitates, eying him up and down, and then reaches out to place his hand in
Polnareff's. Polnareff's hand is rough and warm. Polnareff squeezes his hand
and brings it up to press a quick smooch to it, saying with gleaming sapphire
eyes, “Well, Mr. Suave, are you going to make the next step or shall I?”
Glaring at him, Kakyoin's face becomes nearly as red as his hair. Polnareff
grins. Stepping closer to him, Kakyoin reaches up to grasp him by the jaw, his
fingers and thumb pressing into his cheeks. Polnareff blinks and looks at him
with wider eyes. As Kakyoin begins to lean in to kiss him, Polnareff raises a
hand to cup it around the back of Kakyoin's head, fingers threading through
loose locks of crimson. Their lips meet in a firm press. Polnareff angles his
head to better situate the kiss. Kakyoin furrows his brow, his heart
racing—he's never kissed someone before.
Confidently, he purses his lips repeatedly against Polnareff's, a slow
overlapping that Polnareff easily reciprocates. After a final, hard kiss from
Polnareff, the Frenchman draws back and looks at the boy with an arched brow.
“Was that your first kiss?”
Kakyoin nods. Polnareff smiles faintly.
“You stink and taste like cigarettes,” Kakyoin says, monotone, with an unamused
expression. Polnareff pauses, and then huffs a laugh.
“Should I shower?”
“Yes. If you don't mind.”
“Sure thing. I'll be quick.”
Pressing a kiss to Kakyoin's forehead has the teen freezing, but then Polnareff
draws away to enter the adjoined bathroom. Kakyoin takes a seat on the bed, and
leans over to set his elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands over his blushing
face. Soon enough, the pattering of the shower begins, followed by the rustle
of the shower curtain.
Sitting there for five minutes, Kakyoin stares deeply at his feet placed on the
obnoxious hotel carpet, wondering wildly what will happen, if this is really
going to happen, if Polnareff is okay with this, if this could make things
awkward later. Before regret could really take its place, the shower is turned
off. Kakyoin runs his fingers up through his hair and lets out a breath.
The door is then pulled open, earning Kakyoin's gaze. Polnareff walks out
wearing only a towel around his waist. He's currently ruffling his silver locks
vigorously with a towel. Kakyoin stares at his broad torso, his muscular chest
and abs, the V of his hips. Peeking out past the towel, Polnareff gives him a
smile and then approaches his own bag by his bed. Snatching it up, he then digs
out his brush and a hairband.
Saying nothing, Polnareff then steps up to the mirror above the dresser and
begins to brush out his damp locks. Kakyoin continues staring. The only times
he's seen Polnareff with his hair down is times like this—after a shower.
Almost immediately after those showers he gels it up though, so it's not a
visual he's often privileged to see. Polnareff pulls his hair back into a mid-
height ponytail. A few silver locks frame his handsome face. Kakyoin realizes
he's grown used to the stupid towering hairstyle, but this... He's much cuter
with his hair like this. Polnareff turns to him and grins, waggling his brow
with his hands placed on his hips.
“Well? You still want to?”
“Yes,” Kakyoin says, staring at Polnareff's chest, before meeting his gaze,
“Who knew you were actually good looking?”
“I'll have you know I am good looking, you little shit,” Polnareff laughs,
pacing up to him and the bed. He stands before Kakyoin, gazing down at him with
a faint smile on his freckled face. Kakyoin lets out a breath and asks, “How do
you want to do this?”
“Oh,” Polnareff begins, blinking, “You can fuck me.”
Kakyoin pauses, eying him with a furrowed brow.
“I thought you would be more adamant about topping.”
“I may be prideful, but I like taking a dick up my ass once in a while, so,”
Polnareff muses, casually pulling the towel away from around his waist as he
continues, “And it's your first time. I want your first time to be as enjoyable
as possible. The first time I bottomed, it was pretty intimidating.”
Kakyoin cannot repress the urge to glance down. He stares at Polnareff's groin;
he has trimmed, silver pubic hair (of course he does.) and his soft dick is...
Cute. Kakyoin shakily looks back up to see Polnareff grinning.
“Won't you undress, lapin?”
Silent, Kakyoin nods and gets up from the bed, his face burning. While he
unbuttons his white uniform shirt, Polnareff busies himself with ripping the
plastic off the box of condoms, and then cracking it open. Stepping out of his
pants and briefs, Kakyoin hesitates, standing there naked, and then cups a hand
over his hard-on, embarrassed. Polnareff peeks over at him as he sets the box
of condoms and the lube on the nightstand. He grins and looks him up and down.
“Oh, come here,” Polnareff purrs, reaching out for him. Kakyoin furrows his
brow, blushing up to his ears, and quietly paces around the bed to meet him.
Immediately, Polnareff kneels, which shocks Kakyoin. Reaching up, he grasps
Kakyoin's wrist and draws his hand away. His long, slender cock stands out,
hard and flushed. Grinning, Polnareff flicks his gaze up to meet Kakyoin's.
“You're so cute, Kakyoin. Can I suck your dick?”
Kakyoin presses his lips together, hands in nervous fists by his sides. His
lower half is already swimming with an overwhelming heat, his cock aching and
eager for Polnareff's touch. He nods and then asks quietly, “Do—Do you want to
use a condom for that?”
“Nah,” Polnareff says, reaching up to cup his hand under Kakyoin's balls,
accentuating his hard shaft that arches further out. Kakyoin sucks in a breath.
Polnareff gently squeezes his balls with a grin, continuing to say, “You said
this is your first time. And I enjoy oral more this way.”
Kakyoin, in the moment, is distracted by the touch and the promise that his
dick will soon be in Polnareff's mouth. He doesn't insist on the condom.
Polnareff grins up at him, eyes sparkling with amusement, and then drops his
gaze to admire his hard cock. He leans in to lick a stripe up from his balls,
over the length of his shaft. Kakyoin's hips twitch. Polnareff chuckles and
then mouths at the side of his cock, letting it rub against his cheek. Staring
with wide eyes, Kakyoin is in disbelief, witnessing this. Polnareff continues
grinning as if sucking Kakyoin's dick is the best thing that he could be doing
tonight. Which it is.
“You're so cute,” Polnareff murmurs, rubbing his fingers through Kakyoin's bush
of red hair as he wetly kisses up the shaft, his blue eyes trained on
Kakyoin's. Kakyoin's face is on fire, his lip caught between his teeth with his
brow knit. Polnareff grips the base of his erection and angles it down to suck
the head into his mouth.
Kakyoin nearly buckles. He gasps sharply, his hips jerking back. Polnareff
giggles around his dick in his mouth, cupping a hand around Kakyoin's ass and
pulling him closer. Humming, Polnareff hollows his cheeks and begins to suck
him off with eagerness—he never did have that much patience when it came to
blowing his partner. Kakyoin pants heavily, watching with wide eyes and an
agape mouth. It feels so amazing. Polnareff's mouth is hot and wet, stroking up
and down over his cock. An incredible heat intensifies and builds up in his
gut.
Looking up at him with dilated eyes, Polnareff gently kneads Kakyoin's balls in
his rough hand while nursing tightly at the head of his dick. Kakyoin's face
twists. A soft moan emerges from him. Glancing down with narrowed eyes, Kakyoin
notices how Polnareff's dick is now hard, arching up from between muscular
thighs. Kakyoin is surprised to see he's not very big at all. It's actually
quite cute. The pink head of his cock is peeking out past the foreskin.
“Oh, God,” Kakyoin gasps, jerked away from his staring when Polnareff slowly
takes him down his throat, his nose pressing into his red pubic hair. Polnareff
hums and squeezes his ass while slowly bobbing his head back and forth, letting
his lengthy cock sit in his throat. Kakyoin grunts out past gritted teeth, his
eyes squeezed shut, “Stop. If—If you want me to—ah, If... Oh, god.”
Understanding well enough, Polnareff gradually drew back, sucking firmly as he
did. Kakyoin's lower half jerks again, a breathless moan coming from him.
Polnareff looks up at him with a sly grin and glistening lips. Kakyoin, panting
heavily, rubs a hand down over his face. Polnareff admires Kakyoin's cock—it's
flushed a deep red, shimmering with his saliva. He wants to touch more, but
figures they better move on before it's too late.
“Alright, any specific position you wanted to try out?” Polnareff asks,
standing again and brushing a loose silver lock behind an ear. Kakyoin looks at
him with a flushed face, his eyes both bashful and stubbornly wary. He nods and
looks away, saying lowly, “Yes. I want... I want to fuck you against the wall.”
Grinning, Polnareff nods and then grabs the lube and a condom, saying, “Not
what I expected, but I'm up for it. Put the condom on.”
He passes the condom to Kakyoin, who then silently tears it open. Polnareff,
meanwhile, opens up the lube and squeezes some of the clear substance onto his
fingers. He snaps it shut again, tosses it onto the bed, and then reaches
behind himself to casually push two inside himself. Kakyoin pauses, watching
with amazement as Polnareff easily fingered himself. Polnareff reaches out to
tap his hand that held the condom, a reminder. Kakyoin huffs and returns to the
task of slipping it on over his length. He feels a little awkward, but he
figures it's just himself. He's not sure what the... etiquette is for sex.
“Figures a teen from Japan of all places would have a bigger dick than me,”
Polnareff muses, clicking his tongue. Kakyoin rolls his eyes as he finishes
fitting the condom on himself, saying, “Polnareff, Japan isn't on the bottom of
the list when it comes to penis size.”
“Oh?” Polnareff laughs, withdrawing his fingers from himself and then snatching
up the towel from the floor, “Then what is?”
“...South Korea.”
“Well, that kinda still proves my point,” Polnareff muses as he wipes off his
fingers, tossing the towel onto the bed. Kakyoin eyes him, challenging him to
say it. Polnareff raises his hands defensively with a grin, shrugging. And then
he says, “C'mon, I complimented your dick. You should be happy.”
“I was already confident in my size.”
“Wow, a little... cock-y, ain't ya?”
“I'm going to hit you.”
“I hope with your dick, 'cause that's the whole point.”
“I'm not sure that's how sex works.”
Laughing aloud, Polnareff shook his head and then reaches out to gently grab
Kakyoin by the bicep, saying with a smirk, “Is it considered hitting if you
shove it in me?”
Kakyoin lets the other man guide him to the wall parallel to the beds,
remarking with a stony expression, “Hitting is striking something. Shoving
doesn't really count.”
“Damn, well... What if you repeatedly strike the inside of my body with your
dick, does that count?”
“Polnareff!” Kakyoin groans, exasperated, which has Polnareff bursting out
another laugh. Kakyoin shook his grasp off and looks at him with a poorly
concealed smile, “Before I lose my erection, will you just shut up?”
“I dunno, you might have to—“
Smothering a hand over Polnareff's smirking mouth, Kakyoin shoves him back
against the wall, as gently as shoving can be. Polnareff blinks widely, looking
at him with surprise. Kakyoin slides his fingers down over Polnareff's pretty
lips, gazing intensely into his eyes as he murmurs, “Shut up. Turn around.”
Stunned, Polnareff takes a moment to process movement, and then he obeys. He
turns, placing his hands on the wall and looking back at him. Kakyoin stares at
the muscular expanse of his back, sweeping his gaze down to his ass. Then he's
lost. What now? Does he just stick his dick in? He got ahead of himself.
Polnareff smiles faintly and says gently, “Go ahead. Push in slowly.”
Nodding, Kakyoin steps closer, setting a bashful hand on Polnareff's broad
back. His pale skin is hot under his touch. Kakyoin grips his cock and sweeps
it down between Polnareff's ass cheeks. Polnareff hums and arches his ass back,
giving him a better angle. Kakyoin bites his lip and attempts to press inside
of him, letting his shaft slide between his fingers. He slips up on his
grip—his cock slides down against Polnareff's balls. A soft noise comes from
the Frenchman.
Embarrassed, Kakyoin tries again. He firmly presses the head against
Polnareff's hole and then arches his hips in carefully. This time, the head
slowly eases inside him. Polnareff lets out a breath and watches as the redhead
gradually pushes inside him. Polnareff hums and says quietly, “Just like that.”
Mouthing falling open, Kakyoin blinks widely, amazed by the sensation. He
continues gripping his cock as he slowly bottoms out inside him, and then sets
his hand on Polnareff, curling his fingers around his side, thumb pressing into
his back. Polnareff moans lowly and whispers, “You're so deep inside me,
Kakyoin...”
Kakyoin blushes and readjusts himself, so his feet are planted further apart,
his thighs lining up against the backs of Polnareff's. Polnareff clenches up
around him purposefully, drawing a choked noise from the redhead. Panting
already, Kakyoin hooks his hands around Polnareff's sides by his hips,
squeezing firmly. Polnareff reaches back to run a broad hand up over Kakyoin's
toned belly, earning a glance from shy violet eyes. Grinning, Polnareff says,
“C'mon, lapin, fuck me.”
Hesitation lasts for only a moment. Kakyoin glances down to watch as he slowly
pulls out. He sinks back in, gradually. Polnareff hums and gropes gently at
Kakyoin's chest as the redhead continues carefully pulling out, and pushing
back in. And then after withdrawing, he thrusts in with a greater force, his
hips smacking against Polnareff's ass. A sharp gasp comes from Polnareff.
Kakyoin's mouth continues hanging open, his eyes wide and long, curly bang
clinging to his cheek with sweat.
Another few hard bucks of Kakyoin's hips has Polnareff moaning and breathing,
“Fuck yeah, just like that.”
Encouraged, Kakyoin then begins to snap_his_hips_against_Polnareff's_ass,
jerking the Frenchman forward. Polnareff grunts and pushes back against it.
Kakyoin digs his nails into Polnareff's skin as he thrusts into him eagerly, a
hard snapping of his hips that has Polnareff moaning openly. Through narrowed
eyes, Kakyoin watches his cock repeatedly drive into Polnareff's ass, his
thighs smacking against Polnareff's noisily. The heat in his gut is becoming
too much. He feels his balls draw up, far too soon.
“Ngh—I'm... I think I'm coming,” Kakyoin breathes, continuing to desperately
crash his hips against Polnareff's ass with resounding slaps. Polnareff reaches
down to grip his cock, stroking at himself with a jerking of his hand, his
mouth agape with breathless moans crawling from within.
“Good, come in me, Kakyoin. Oh, fuck,” Polnareff moans. Cracking his eyes open,
he looks back to watch Kakyoin come undone. His skin is flushed and dotted with
sweat, his face twisted and teeth bared. He presses in as deep as he can go
inside Polnareff, grasping painfully tight at his sides and keeping him still.
Polnareff feels his cock jerk inside him. Grinning, Polnareff watches as he
slowly thrusts into him a few more times, before carefully pulling out.
Kakyoin, panting heavily, stares at the full condom on his cock, and then at
Polnareff's pink hole that glistened with lube.
Removing the condom with shaky hands, Kakyoin ties it and then tosses it in the
bin by the dresser. Meanwhile, Polnareff turns and approaches the bed to slide
onto it, spreading out gracelessly on his front, pulling a pillow into his arms
to press his face into it. Kakyoin steps up to the same bed and takes a seat on
it. Polnareff peeks up at him past his bicep.
Kakyoin looks at him with a calm expression. Before Polnareff could ask how it
was for him, Kakyoin speaks up, saying, “You didn't finish, did you? I want you
to do the same to me.”
Pausing, Polnareff looks at him with a furrowed brow and then turns onto his
side, facing him. He props his head in his hand, elbow on the bed.
“Really? Are you sure?”
Kakyoin glances down to Polnareff's hard cock that rests down against his
muscular thigh, flushed and dripping a little at the head. He meets Polnareff's
gaze again and nods.
“I... I wanted it to last longer than it did. And I want to know how it feels.
So. If you want, you can put it in me.”
Polnareff grins a little and says, “Hell yeah, I want to. How do you want to do
it?”
“What... What position is your favorite?” Kakyoin asks as he tucks his bang
behind an ear, hoping his slight shyness isn't noticeable. Polnareff smiles,
looking at the boy with a faint fondness in his blue eyes.
“Spooning. But now that I think about it, it might be better if you ride me.
You can control the pace that way.”
“Sure.”
Nodding with a grin, Polnareff eagerly sits up against the headboard of the
bed, arranging the pillows around himself. Kakyoin grabs another condom and the
lube. He passes the condom to Polnareff, who dutifully rips it open and slides
it onto himself. Kakyoin watches him do so, staring at his cute, hard cock.
Then Polnareff grabs the lube from him, which surprises Kakyoin. He squeezes
lube onto his fingers and then beckons Kakyoin closer, saying, “Kneel over me.
I'll finger you.”
Kakyoin is briefly anxious about that, concerning hygiene, but decides
Polnareff doesn't care if he's the one to offer. He obliges and moves to kneel
above Polnareff's midsection. Grinning up at him, Polnareff grips the boy's
soft cock as he reaches around to sweep his blunt fingers between his cheeks.
Kakyoin sucks in a breath, looking down at him with wide eyes. Planting his
hands on the headboard, Kakyoin gazes into Polnareff's pleased sapphire eyes as
the Frenchman gently rubs his fingers against his hole.
“Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop,” Polnareff murmurs with a smile, though
that goes without saying. Kakyoin nods. Polnareff gently pushes his index
finger inside of him, gradually, to the last knuckle. Kakyoin has fingered
himself before, so he's not surprised by the sensation. He waits for him to
continue. Polnareff continues watching his face as he slowly moved his finger
in and out of him. The slick lube helps the glide, and soon enough, makes the
insertion of his middle finger easy.
“You don't have to spend much time on it,” Kakyoin says with a growing grin,
violet eyes searching in Polnareff's, “I won't be taking much.”
Huffing a laugh, Polnareff looks up at him with disbelief, “Wow! Here I am,
fingering your ass, and you have the nerve to insult my dick.”
“What dick?”
“Oh, my God!” Polnareff laughs, “Asshole!”
Kakyoin grins, a seldom seen image that Polnareff admires with his own wide
grin. He leans in to plant a firm kiss to Kakyoin's hip and then one on his
belly before resting back against the pillows again. Kakyoin, in return,
despite his shyness, reaches down to gingerly touch at his cheek with a slow
stroke of a thumb. Polnareff turns his head to smooch his thumb and then
withdraws his fingers from inside Kakyoin. He squeezes his ass in both broad
hands and looks up at the redhead with a grin.
“Put some lube on me and then go ahead.”
Nodding, Kakyoin grabs the tube of lubricant, popping it open and squeezing a
glob into his palm. Reaching back, he strokes it over Polnareff's hard cock
with a few pumps of his hand, which has Polnareff relaxing back into the
pillows and stroking his hands over Kakyoin's thighs.
Scooting further back on his knees, Kakyoin grips Polnareff's cock and
positions it. He tightens his fingers around it, keeping it steady as he slowly
eases down on it. He keeps his gaze on Polnareff's face, setting his other hand
on his chest. Polnareff's hands are on his ass, squeezing him there tightly as
he took in his cock. Polnareff bites his bottom lip between his teeth when
Kakyoin's ass met his thighs. Like Kakyoin expected, it doesn't hurt. It's a
nice sensation beyond physical—he likes having the other man inside him. It's
intimate.
Polnareff lets out a breath and slides his broad hands up over Kakyoin's back
to rest on his sides. Kakyoin smiles faintly. Polnareff's gentle touching feels
nice on his skin. Grinning up at Kakyoin, Polnareff curls_his_hands_around_his
sides_perfectly, his fingers wrapping around his slender waist. Kakyoin stares
at his lips. He's tempted to kiss him, but the position wouldn't make it easy.
He can wait.
With his thighs flexing, Kakyoin slowly lifts himself, planting his hands down
on the bed on both sides of Polnareff. Polnareff watches him with a smile as he
begins to ride him with gradual ups and downs of his body.
“How does it feel?” Polnareff asks, stroking his hands up and down over his
sides. Kakyoin furrows his brow and sits back down on his cock, giving a slow
roll of his hips, a back and forth grind. Polnareff's eyes widen, a soft noise
coming from him. Kakyoin smirks faintly.
“It feels fine,” Kakyoin says, “What about you?”
“Good,” Polnareff breathes, and then swallows hard before continuing, “It feels
good.”
Saying nothing, Kakyoin nods and begins to ride him with more enthusiasm. His
elongated bang jerks with each drop of his body. Polnareff moans genuinely,
squeezing his hands around Kakyoin's sides, his sapphire eyes drawn up to watch
Kakyoin's beautiful body move.
Kakyoin furrows his brow and puts more force into slamming down onto
Polnareff's cock—it feels better the harder it is. Polnareff is groaning aloud,
his mouth agape and eyes narrowing. But then he winces on one particularly
rough drop of Kakyoin's body, before laughing and saying breathlessly, “You're
going to break my pelvis, Kakyoin, damn.”
“Then do something,” Kakyoin remarks, short of breath himself. Polnareff blinks
and looks up at him with a raised brow. Kakyoin sighs and stops riding him. He
brushes his bang back from his sweaty face, looking down at the other man with
a controlled expression.
“As in, fuck me. Meet it half-way.”
“R-right.”
Kakyoin begins to move his body again, but then Polnareff cups his ass and
holds him still, his hips raised partially. Kakyoin pauses, looking down at him
with expectation. Digging his heels into the bed, Polnareff begins to thrust up
into him, his gaze trained on Kakyoin's face. Immediately, it changes from
unaffected to a twisted expression of pleasure. Kakyoin moans, his eyes
clenching shut as Polnareff snaps his hips up against his ass, driving his cock
into him again and again. The connection of their bodies is loud in the hotel
room, joining their panting and moaning.
“Oh, God, P-Polnareff!” Kakyoin cries out, his body jerked up almost violently
by the continuous, forceful thrusts of Polnareff's hips. Polnareff grunts and
digs his blunt fingernails into Kakyoin's skin, his face twisting. His thighs
begin to burn so he slows to deep, hard bucks of his hips that draw sharp gasps
out of Kakyoin with each one.
With one final shove of his hips up against Kakyoin's ass, Polnareff pulls him
down onto it and moans lowly, his chest flushed and heaving. Kakyoin looks down
at him with wide eyes, watching his face contort with pleasure as he reaches
his orgasm. He didn't last that long either—it was maybe five minutes. But
Kakyoin doesn't blame him. He had been fucked earlier, too.
“Oh, fuck,” Polnareff breathes, stroking his calloused hands up and down over
Kakyoin's back and sides in an intimate caress. Kakyoin, watching his face,
begins to ride him with slow rolls of his hips, drawing another moan from the
Frenchman and a glance of hazy eyes.
Then surprising Kakyoin, Polnareff wraps his arms around him and rolls them
over, his cock slipping out of him. Kakyoin flops against the bed, with
Polnareff pinning him down with his weight. Kakyoin blushes and feels Polnareff
kiss his shoulder and jaw a few times, whispering lowly, “You're so beautiful,
Kakyoin.”
“Sh-shut up,” Kakyoin mutters, embarrassed. Chuckling, Polnareff smooches him
on the shoulder and insists, “I mean it.”
And then he sluggishly rises from the bed, leaving a flustered Kakyoin as he
removes the condom and goes to toss it. Kakyoin shifts uncomfortably; the lube
feels slick and weird between his ass cheeks. He gets up from the bed too, with
intention to clean himself a bit.
Jokingly, Polnareff smacks his ass as Kakyoin passes him, which earns him a
middle finger. Laughing, Polnareff watches him enter the bathroom and shut the
door behind himself.
 
A minute later, after wiping himself off and washing his hands, Kakyoin emerges
to see Polnareff lounging back on the bed, sinking into the pillows with the
covers pulled up to his midsection. Polnareff beckons him forward, smiling, and
says, “Come on, time for some good ol' cuddling.”
Kakyoin feels heat burn in his face as he paces up to the bed. He slides onto
it, underneath the covers. Polnareff reaches out for him. Flustered, Kakyoin
shifts closer, until his legs press against Polnareff's. Polnareff's muscular
arms wind around him. Kakyoin huffs when a pair of soft lips press to his
forehead. Polnareff hums and nuzzles closer, but then Kakyoin is pressing a
hand to his chest. Drawing back, Polnareff arches a brow at him. Kakyoin
searches in his pretty blue eyes and then leans in to kiss him.
Humming gratefully into it, Polnareff slides his hand up over Kakyoin's back as
he purses his lips firmly against the teenager's. Kakyoin melts against him.
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