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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kagerou_Project
  Relationship:
      Kano_Shuuya/Seto_Kousuke
  Character:
      Kano_Shuuya, Seto_Kousuke, Kido_Tsubomi
  Additional Tags:
      Trains, Semi-Public_Sex, Somewhat, Mutual_Masturbation, i'm_gomen, not
      really_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-28 Words: 2963
****** so you think you like me? ******
by kittenbeans
Summary
     A train ride home after losing the rest of the Mekakushidan calls for
     a one-shot chance at Kano finally getting what he wants.
The silence was welcoming, something Seto always enjoyed, with a steady hum of
something in the distance. It was one of his favorite things actually, quiet
sounds in nothing, instilling a peaceful feeling without the sense of
loneliness. He liked the distant sounds of rain, of mechanical objects as there
was now with the continuous clack and sound of fast motion as he rode inside a
train alongside Kano.
Sometime during their latest mission, they had lost everyone else, which was a
hard thing to believe with the recent recruitment of Shintaro, Momo and Ene.
But it wasn't as if Seto hadn't expected it, what with Kano always walking at
his side and leading him away from everyone else. He didn't know why, but
assumed Kano just wanted to play with him; he gets like that with everybody
sometimes. He thinks. Kano was as equally hard to read as he was blond, as he
wore boots, so Seto didn't try to as often as people thought. Sometimes he
doesn't want to be understood and Seto can sympathize with that. Pity was a
nasty thing to be given when the time for it had come and passed, but he just
ignored the sickness in his gut at the sad looks he was given by Momo most of
the time. He was sure Kano acknowledged it, but preferred to pretend he didn't
and that was understandable. That was just how they were.
But for now, he decides to talk to Kano again as they had plenty time before
their reunion with the rest of the Mekakushidan, and Seto had been so busy with
supporting everyone that he didn't really get to talk to Kano, or anyone
really, for a whole week. He felt bad, if not guilty, wanting to stay and be
there for everyone as much as he could. He loved everyone and hated to be away
from them for too long.
"I'm sorry," Seto said.
Kano, who was leaning against his seat backwards and out towards the window,
spun at the apology. He frowned, not liking the thought of Seto apologizing; he
didn't need to. He was always working so hard, so diligently, bringing back
money for Kido's music collection, Marry's flower supplies and Kano's own
favorite games so the both of them could fight each other. He paid for
everything in the house, not going to school, so why, why would he be sorry?
"Take it back, you don't need to say sorry." Kano whispered, half-hoping Seto
couldn't hear how genuine and honest he was being. A while ago, he had promised
himself to never use his eye powers around Seto, since Seto was trustworthy, a
great conductor for happiness, so much that he had made the oath in the first
place. Seto was his best childhood friend, his best friend now and he hoped
that the days that flew by with him would stay forever.
He would really miss him if… if he…
"Okay, Kano," he heard Seto smile. "I take back what I said."
His speaking was as slurred and lazy as ever, sounding content, happy. He
always was. He wondered if Seto would ever be unhappy, but when he closed his
golden cat hues, he remembered a time when Seto used to cry just as much as he
did, more if anything, crimson blinding and filled with shame, with sadness.
Back then, they had only each other, as Kido would beat them up and Seto and
Kano didn't trust Kido because of such horrible treatment. But they mellowed
with age, learned that Kido wasn't as mean as she appeared, was actually a shy
and scared little girl. They held a deep respect for her now, as such bravery
was something they both lacked. Seto tended not to say things that would hurt
somebody, even if it would be heard later. Kano wanted to burst out crying when
watching a horror movie, but hid it; that kind of stuff was blackmail material.
"Hey, Seto…," He spoke hesitantly, even if they were all alone in this part of
the train. Actually, that thought made him more nervous, something weird
tingling in his stomach, getting lightheaded. It felt funny. "Do you remember
when we watched The Ring?"
It was risky and embarrassing to bring up, taking a big step in reminding Seto
of such a memory. Yet, it felt fond when he brought it up to him, like a
nostalgic thing, a good thing.
He saw Seto's amber eyes glow brighter.
"Just like yesterday. You looked like you wanted to run away so bad, jumping up
and making excuses everyone in a while like 'oh I need to check my fish' or 'is
it snowing, I'll go check'. You don't have fish, Kano and it was the middle of
summer, 102 degrees outside. Do you even try to act nonchalant around me? You
never do that around anyone else."
Kano hid his face when he felt a burn suspiciously close to a blush lead to his
cheeks. In actuality, he cried as soon as he reached the other room.
"But I'd rather you act like that. It's like when we were kids and you used to
be such a big dork. I guess you still are. That's a relief. I thought I was the
only one who didn't change, except for how much I cried back then. I missed
you, you know. The old you. I missed you a lot."
Kano thought for a little while before replying. "I'm still me. I'll always be
me. The boy I was is the boy I am. So don't go missing things that aren't
gone."
Seto nodded. "Actually, can I ask for one of… one of those hugs you used to
give me back when we were little? The one's where you'd hug me from under my
arms… I kind of miss those, too."
"Eh? Why?"
"It's just a hug." He shrugged. "I don't know why I miss them."
Despite whatever Seto thought, Kano really wouldn't mind a hug right now. He
doesn't remember the last time he had hugged someone besides Ayano and that was
two years ago. He misses them, too, he supposes. So he complies, watching as
Seto gives a small smile and makes room for him between his arms.
He got stronger, Kano realizes, unconsciously taking in the strength Seto
possessed, lean muscles and a short show of them moving with quiet strength.
His unattractive green jumpsuit was baggy, so he never really saw whatever
potential he held under his skin, whatever miracle had happened to him over the
years.
Kano wound a little tighter around him, wanting to press his chest against
Seto's, wanting to feel how much he grew. He drew his head away from the
relaxing beat of his heart to Seto's shoulder, the solidness of it against his
neck, the breaths exhaled by Seto blowing gently against his ear.
"See? Isn't this nostalgic?" Was whispered and the whole temperature of the
room shot up several degrees.
Suddenly, it felt like they were too close to each other, too pressed up
against the other, but neither pulled away.
Seto liked the way Kano felt in his arms, their chests so close, too close. The
way Kano's hips felt beneath his fingers, sharp and angular. The way Kano was
breathing lightly against his neck, making him pant and his eyes to roll.
Kano laughed and Seto took in a deep breath only to hold it.
"Nostalgic? You say this is nostalgic?"
And Kano completely lost track of who he was with, who he was hugging, bringing
his legs up to wrap around Seto's own narrow hips. It was even closer than
before, Kano in his lap, their crotches only a few centimeters away. It took
everything in his willpower not to whimper, not to falter, not to close the gap
between them with a single push.
Kano withdrew from Seto only to come face to face with him.
"I'll say it once, Kousuke," He said as if it were a warning. "I really fucking
like you."
Seto's eyes widened before he was pushed up against hard, and he let out a moan
as Kano ground against him. He felt all his blood rush to his face and his
groin; he couldn't believe this was happening.
Kano let out suppressed gasps of air, grinding again harder, loving how their
cocks felt when glued together. He thought that getting off by his own hand
felt nice, but this was heaven, something substantial, something better than
anything he's ever felt before.
"Don't - Ahhh! - Don't do that, Kano," Seto murmured, getting really quiet.
"It's - It feels weird."
"But you didn't say stop." Was the reply, his hues slanted and burning with
lust. Like hell he was going to stop something that he knew pleased both of
them.
He heard Seto make a sound between a whine and a "please, we're in public", but
they only turned him on more as his protests became slow and breathy, his
cheeks stained in red and his mouth open slightly with pleasure. His lips which
were chapped and rough looking now looked enticing, soft and plump, fluffy
raven hair knocking the window behind him as his head tipped back from being
too weak. The friction was so intense that for a minute they both lost
themselves in the repeditive motion, Seto grinding back after waiting for too
long.
Sneakily, Kano unzipped his jumpsuit, resting a hand under his shirt and on his
tight abdomen, feeling his touch rise a shiver from deep inside Seto. He
circled his navel for a moment, tracing the v leading down into his boxers,
jutting, searing hot and dived in.
"Ah! Kano, your hands are so col - ahhhhhhnnnn!" Seto moaned loud and Kano
thinks he teared up when he palmed his dick through cotton underwear. He could
feel the heat from it straight through them; he was getting hard fast, the vein
traveling from the base to the head pronounced as it became more and more
erect. He liked the feel of it within his hands, but it wasn't enough, wasn't
enough skin.
"Kanoo, whatareyoudoing?" Seto slurred, red, with drooping eyelids.
"Be quiet and enjoy it."
But whatever he had to say was muffled by the sudden taste of Kano's lips on
his, of white rice and some of his favorite sweets, as Kano's hand drifted into
the hem of his boxers. Their lips that were pressed together, opened when Seto
moaned into Kano's mouth, hips jerking towards the hand that teased the area
around his dick, almost as if Kano wasn't trying to get in his pants, but
rather explore it for artistic reasons. A little frustrated, Seto outlined the
edges of Kano's lips with his tongue to tell him to move faster, only to gasp
when Kano latched onto his own tongue and started to suck. It made Seto's head
swim, his eyes scorch with foreign emotion, his blood hotter. Seto became so
hot in Kano's hands, so amazingly solid, that he separated from Seto to kneel
in front of him, to watch as he spread his legs for him and him only.
"You're so beautiful," Kano breathed out, stroking Seto's cock with confidence.
The head flushed and grew darker, standing up tall, proud. Hesitant, he pulled
back the foreskin to watch in awe of how it responded immediately in response
to his actions. He loved it just as much as he loved Seto, loved the damp tip,
the beads of pre-come collecting, so much that he wanted to-
-lick it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!" Seto bit his lip to prevent the sounds from escaping his
lips, but it was in vain, a loud, exciting moan escaping his lungs. His fingers
moved from the his sides to twine in Kano's short blonde hair, trying to get
him to do it once more.
"Please…" Seto begged, beginning to tremble. To have Kano trail his tongue all
over… he wanted that. He really, insanely wanted that.
"Of course, Kou-chan," He laughed.
"Don't… Don't call me that. I sound like a gi - ahmm!"
His hand rose quickly to slap over his mouth as Kano licked from the base to
just under the head, holding it there for a few seconds. He pet it in time with
his licks, made sure to keep a constant pressure where he knew Seto liked from
the volume of his pants and gasps. Then, without warning, he sunk his dick into
his mouth.
"Mmmff!"
"Mmmm, you soun' so erofic," Kano murmured, the vibrations from his throat
stimulating Seto's member and Seto almost cried from being so close.
"Don't talk with your mouth full with… with… "
"Dif?" To accentuate the word, he gave a really hard suck, and made wet sounds
with the come and saliva dribbling down Seto's shaft.
"Mmm! Don't… talk."
It was hard enough for him to get those words out, since the inside of Kano's
mouth was wet and hot, slicking him, taking him in, teasing his tip with his
tongue. He twirled it around and around, pulled, sucked, stroked, hummed and
soon Seto really couldn't stand it, really couldn't help but thrust back into
the mouth that enveloped him with such a talented tongue. To be honest, Seto
wanted nothing more than to fuck his mouth senseless, but prevented himself
from doing so despite the rolling heat that meeting each of his licks gave him.
He thought of actually fucking that mouth, that amorously hot mouth, all the
ways his cock could be sinking into it…
Hardly against his will, he looked down at Kano, Kano between his legs, Kano's
hand down his pants, the arousing image of his dick disappearing into Kano's…
"I… I'm… Mmmmm!" He bit the fingers he stuck between his teeth, trying to quiet
himself but ride out his orgasm as Kano continued to suck, as if he thought
that his come tasted good, better, delicious. Backing off, he caught the
remaining in his hands.
"I'm sorry, Kano, hold on I'll…" Seto started, jumpsuit still open and
revealing his lower parts. Kano's didn't say anything and it occurred to him
that he didn't swallow yet. "Kano, don't swallow, s-spit it out the window or
something… I'll… I'll go fix myself."
Which was probably impossible considering he still had a hard on and looked
absolutely wrecked, hair mused and blushing all the way to his collarbone. His
voice had a lift, lower pitch, remaining arousal in it, his clip had come
undone around the same time he had, left somewhere for someone to find, so his
fringe hung low and to Kano, he was really fucking hot like this.
He hadn't heard anything that Seto had said, only got that he was fretting over
the hopeless again, most likely his full mouth and the fact that Seto was still
sticking out. Kano rolled his eyes and cupped his face with one hand, brought
his gold to meet the same color, and made him watch as he swallowed each and
every drop, licking his lips. There was only about two drops, anyway; there
wasn't a lot, most of it was in his hand.
"K-Kano… that's very…," Seto tried, but stopped, muttering it under his breath
instead.
The texture felt awkward, but tasted pretty good, according to Kano. It was
kinda salty, a little sweet, but not overwhelmingly so.
"Look at it," He said, and brought his come covered hand in front of Seto's
face, spreading his hand apart to show him his ejaculation dripping down his
wrist. It's pearliness was stark against Kano's pale skin, it stood out, and
Seto made a strangled noise.
"Why do you have… "
Kano unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and hurriedly freed his straining
erection. The cool air that hit it felt nice, but was nothing compared to the
sleek coolness of Seto's come across his dick, a groan escaping at the feeling.
Right into Seto's ear, he moaned, Seto in response was dark again, hues lidded
and heavy.
Seto took his hips in his hands and pulled him close, wanted to lock his
hipbones with Kano's. But their cocks were touching, throbbing against one
another and it was even better, the sensations absolutely addicting. It was
unlike anything they've ever experienced.
For a second Seto reveled in the dick pressed hard against his, the silky skin,
the slick of his own come that was getting warmer with each passing second.
Unsure, he shifted slightly and was met with a shooting pleasure that bolted up
his spine with a vengeance. Kano gasped from on top of him and he had to hold
in the moan that rose when he saw Kano's flushed, pink face, his parted mouth,
his golden hair ruffled and his neck hung back, exposed. It made Seto want to
inch closer and run his mouth over his collarbone, his adam's apple, his jaw…
… and his lips.
He reached down to grasp them both within the confines of his hand, all the
while kissing Kano, thrusting into him, pressing him into himself because god
there was so much space between them that he wishes would just disappear. He
wanted to be inside Kano, Kano wanted to be inside him, they wanted to keep
kissing and kissing, licking and pulling until all they could feel anymore was
their thrusts, their heat and how much they wanted to be together, how much
they wanted to come by the other's hand every day, every year, until they
couldn't think, couldn't breathe without the person that was with them right
now…
"Ahhhhnn!"
 
"So what took you guys so long?" Kido asked, sounding slightly worried.
"Um," Seto stammered. "W-we kind of missed our stop… "
Kano snickered from behind him.
"Several times…"
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