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Kiryu had always wanted to take the time to admire Majima’s tattoo. Sure he had seen it adorning his back and chest during the nights they had sex, but he’d never gotten the chance to truly savor it in all its glory. He had always wanted to ask the man why he even got his ass and upper thighs tattooed. When Kiryu eventually brought it up one night, before they had any sexual contact, Majima was taken aback, but curious. “Whaddya mean? Ya wanna touch it?” Majima asked, not really understanding the true sentiment behind it.
Kiryu sighed, embarrassed that he would have to explain himself. “It’s, I just, I’ve always wanted to… admire it, is all,” He finally finished, his face reddening. Majima cackled loudly, most likely at how flustered he had become.
“So you’re sayin’ ya wanna feel me up? Is that it?” Majima teased, slowly inching his snakeskin jacket off of his shoulders, wanting to work Kiryu up. Kiryu shook his head.
“I’m serious. I just want to take a close look at it, that’s really it,” Kiryu insisted, determined to get his way. His hard head really came in handy sometimes. Majima visibly deflated a little but refused to back down.
“Well, if you get to ‘admire’ my ink, I should get to do the same to you,” Majima bargained, not passing up the opportunity to touch Kiryu. The younger man thought for a moment, wondering if Majima would actually let him do it, or if it was just another joke of his. Sensing his hesitation, Majima put his hands in the air, as if he were surrendering. “I ain’t pullin’ your leg here, I’m serious.” Kiryu thought for another moment before taking his word for it.
Kiryu nodded, and Majima fell backwards onto the bed behind him, offering himself to him. It was strange, how compliant he was being. But having the man at his mercy was a strangely alluring to Kiryu. He pushed Majima up to the head of the bed, encouraging him to lay his head on the pillows below. “What’s with all the soft shit? Figured you’d try and tear my clothes off by now,” Majima whined.
“We’re taking this slowly. Okay?” Kiryu reasoned. In reality, though, he was somewhat scared. He knew that one wrong move in a situation like this could easily shake their relationship, and send Majima off for the hills.
Majima scoffed, but kept quiet, much to Kiryu’s satisfaction. Kiryu grabbed his right arm, bringing Majima’s wrist up, and slowly and meticulously removed the glove covering his bare hand. He gripped the palm of his hand and brought them back up to his lips. He looked straight into Majima’s eye as he did so, taking in his reactions.
Majima froze, his expression wavering. It bordered between surprise and… something Kiryu couldn’t quite place his finger on. A softer emotion, one that he had never seen the man express before.
“What’s with ya? I ain’t no princess, ya know,” Majima said, averting his gaze in favor of the wall next to the bed. His face was flushed a deep red, something Kiryu always loved making him do. Seeing a man like Majima that flustered was so rare, it sated something deep within Kiryu.
Kiryu repeated his actions with Majima’s opposite hand and moved onto his signature snakeskin jacket. He urged the man to sit up so he could remove the fabric, and slipped it off quickly. He peered down at the pale skin presented to him, which was covered with pools of blackness and red petals. Both complimented the twin snakes present on his chest. It gave him a somewhat ornate look.
He brought his hands down to both sides, watching the skin flow beneath him. Majima flinched at the sudden contact, not used to being touched so intimately. “Why’re ya bein’ so quiet up there?” Majima asked, breaking the silence that had formed.
“I just want to take my time and savor it is all. It’s not every day that you let me do this kind of thing,” Kiryu answered, hoping it would end the man’s curiosity. Majima huffed but said nothing. Kiryu continued his tracing of the tattoo under his fingers all the way down to Majima’s arms, wondering why he wanted so much to be covered. It was his own preference, he reasoned with himself. He traced the head of the snake, taking in the vicious reptile. Its mouth was wide open as if it was going to jump off of Majima’s skin and bite his hand.
“Can you flip over?” Kiryu asked, lifting off of Majima to let him move. The man nodded slowly and hesitantly turned over. Kiryu resumed his previous position, sitting right below Majima’s bottom, taking in the sight of the Hannya mask adorning his back. The demoness screaming back at him in anger and frustration. The contrast of the mask in front of the black and red was almost beautiful, despite the depiction of the Hannya woman’s face. Kiryu couldn’t but lean down and press a small kiss onto the middle of his back. Majima jumped slightly at the intimate contact.
Kiryu’s hands trailed downwards to Majima’s still clothed rear. He lifted Majima’s hips and reached around to undo his belt, the man below him complying in silence. It was almost unsettling how well Majima was granting Kiryu’s requests. He pulled both his pants and boxers down and revealed his tattooed behind. There wasn’t anything particularly special there, just the same pattern followed by red flower petals. It was still stunning how good it looked on his ass. Majima squirmed beneath him, nearly bucking Kiryu off.
“When do I get to touch ya? I’m dyin’ over here!” Majima whined, wiggling his hips. Kiryu sighed, deciding to give in to the man’s wishes.
“Fine. Give me a second,” Kiryu replied, moving to remove his suit jacket and shirt. Majima sat up and moved his hands to stopped him though, and he made a motion for Kiryu to turn around. Kiryu was a little bothered by how hard Majima had become from his touch. But he complied, letting the elder remove his clothing for him. He wasn’t nearly as patient as Kiryu was, nearly tearing his jacket in the process before he moved to help.
“How come you never got anythin’ else tattooed? I’m sure anythin’ would look great on ya, Kiryu-chan~.” Majima questioned, a teasing lilt to his voice. As he finished his sentence, he trailed his hands across the hardened plane of Kiryu’s back. “But this dragon looks pretty badass, I gotta admit.”
“I’m perfectly fine with what I have now, Majima-san,” He replied as Majima continued his admiration. The man scoffed at his response but didn’t reply as he reached around Kiryu’s body and groped his pectoral muscles.
“You’d look great with somethin’ over your tits,” Majima persisted, still fondling the soft muscle. Kiryu’s face flushed greatly, the red traveling all the way down to his shoulders. “But then I wouldn’t get to see your cute blush there, now would I?” He teased, nipping at Kiryu’s neck.
“I thought you wanted to look at my dragon?” Kiryu asked.
“Yeah I wanna see your dragon, but not the one on your back~” Majima replied, his right hand trailing down to Kiryu’s half-hard cock, which was still covered by his pants.
“You’re insatiable.”
“You love it,” Majima retorted. Kiryu let out a small chuckle, nodding in agreement. He turned around and placed a kiss on Majima’s lips.