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Boy in a Bar.

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Kotaro walked into the room, closing the door behind him before he rushed to the bathroom, pulling back the boy’s hair, and helping him puke up his guts into the bowl, the fruity vodka sloshing up along with whatever the boy last ate.

He’d been there before, in his teens also, before everything went to shit- he’d much rather be puking his guts up after a night of booze than working a dead, 9-5 job that was sucking away his soul.

The boy puked, holding the lip of the bowl until he was done, and giving a laugh…

“I’m good, I’m alright- hah… I just drank too much... “

Kuro laughed again, shakily standing up and walking back into the bedroom- and… pausing.

Laughing.

“Is this… a love hotel?” He asked, shaking off his jacket and flinging it to the bed, still stumbling with the alcohol all in his blood…

“I didn’t know-” Kotaro replied, looking pale at the continued idea of someone… finding out about this- but still…

The way Kuro turned around and walked into Kotaro’s arms, knowing that the other wouldn't hesitate to wrap his arms around him- which was exactly what happened…

 

Kotaro held the boy close, a shaking hand smoothing over his pure white hair… it was soft, silky, it felt like warm, dry liquid in his hands…

Again, he felt that… warmth- that wanting to have that thing between a child and a wife… and how Kuro felt like exactly that…

They shared so much history, knew the same people, and he found himself pulling the boy to the minifridge next to the bed, opening it and-

“Yes-” Kuro grinned, pulling away to Kotaro to grab the bottles of wine in the fridge, collapsing onto the bed and going to open it-

Only for Kotaro closing his hand over the twisted lid, kneeling one knee on the bed, giving the boy a concerned look.

“You want to remember this. You want to remember every time you’re away from that hell you call home. You need to cling to everything- every moment out of it.”

His other knee came to kneel, pulling the wine bottle away and putting it on the bedside, realising that he was kneeling over the boy-

The same way he did to his wife- the same way he sometimes did to his son-

That yearning to have… this…

Kuro looked up at him, first of all annoyed, then sad- then… curious about the way Kotaro looked at him, sitting up to meet his cheek to the older man’s chest- an intimate movement that made Kotaro’s chest hitch.

But… he didn’t pull away- he didn’t make a move- He just… waited- waited so HE didn’t have to make the move- he didn’t make the charge…

And Kuro did.

He leant up, kneeling up and hooking an arm around Kotaro’s neck, tugging him down to meet their lips, kissing him deeply, no hesitation between them.

And he didn’t pull away, again, just letting the boy take all the charge- letting himself be dragged down to the bed, pushed down on his back and letting the boy straddle his hips…

Finally, the man pushed Kuro away, taking a deep, scared breath…

“I… I can’t, I-” He started to fight, looking away- looking at the red lights, the packaged up, disposable sex toys, condoms- It made him shudder-

It had been so long since Kotaro stepped out of the lines of the law- he had been on the straight and narrow almost as soon as he left the orphanage- he’d slipped into the boring mould of the average Japanese man…

God, he wanted to break loose, but he was so so scared of doing so…

“You can. You need to remember this. If you don’t do this- You’ll go back to your wife, your kids- and you’ll be back in that bar tomorrow.” He said, pushing his hands to the man’s blazer, trying to push it off his shoulder-

And Kotaro let him, raising his shoulders and letting Kuro tossing the pinstripe jacket away-

“It’s wrong-” He tried to fight, but Kuro’s pale finger pressed against his lips, shushing him once more.

“But you’re tired of being right all the time, Kotaro Shimura.” He said, cupping his face.

“You’re tired of your 9-5 job, of your happy little family, of your kids, of your wife…” He said, both hands cupping the elders cheeks, leaning down to press the tips of their noses together-

“Aren’t you tired of being a good boy- of people WEAKER than you ordering you around- Don’t you just want to go ape shit…?” He nearly growled, a slight unhingedness behind the eyes, his ideals sparking- those hopes and dreams that Kotaro had forgotten so long, long ago…

Kotaro was… a little unnerved by that, but… yes… yes he DID want to go ape shit- he DID want to forget his shitty job, shitty family, shitty life- he wanted to take this…

He did take this, grabbing the boy’s collar and yanking him down to kiss again, letting the boy cling and grind against him, a drunken boner popping up below his smart work trousers, while both of them worked on stripping their top halves.

Soon, they were both left topless- Kotaro was skinny, but had a small beer gut which he tried to suck in, a tremble in his abdomen when Kuro poked it, laughing.

“You don’t need to do that- Like I care what people look like- I judge people by their strength- and the strength you give to get through your so, so ordinary life… You’re strong…”

The older’s face flushed up red, a shocked look in his intense eyes as the boy continued, taking off his pants, and getting back to straddle the man.

Kotaro’s eyes ran up and down the boy’s body, pale, pale skin- he worked out- he seemed strong… He understood why the boy prided on strength…

“Come on… we need eachother- we come from the same hell-” Kuro told him, leaning down and lifting his hips, giving the other an opportunity to take his trousers off-

And he did, raising his hips and shaking off his trousers and shoes- and…

They were both left in their boxers and socks, Kuro sitting back down onto Kotaro’s drunken hardness, making him groan slightly.

It only spurred the white haired boy on further, bouncing on Kotaro’s lap a little faster, pale hands reaching down to press against the older man’s chest, smoothing his fingers through the very faint patch of hair on Kotaro’s chest…

“What’s your quirk-” He asked suddenly, pausing his bouncing- switching to a faint… grind against him, pushing his hips down against Kotaro’s crotch.

“Tell me- I want to know-” He asked again, leaning down, wrapping his arms around Kotaro’s neck, their bulges now completely flush together, feeling the size difference between them-

And Kotaro was close to falling apart, the backs of his thighs clenching, tensing, pushing his hips up and letting them fall back again after the tensing started to hurt…

“Nh- I… I can fly-” He managed to gasp out, hands slipping to the boy’s pale, skinny waist, holding tight, squeezing- so tense- needy- guilty-

A million things ran through his head, knowing that… he WANTED this, but knowing it was wrong…

Why did he care that it was wrong… He was miserable- how could it get worse…

He wanted this…

“Hm… It’s not strong… But I can make it strong, Kotaro.” Kuro said, their lips pressed together, mumbling against his lips…

“Fuck me… You should fuck me- that’s strong… the law is a prison, Kotaro- If you fuck me- If you fuck me, you’re pushing away an entire society- the same society that made you so, so fucking miserable-” He whispered-

And Kotaro obliged- reaching down to push both of their boxers away, two dicks flicking up against their own stomachs, pushing, slicking together as Kotaro reached over to grab a condom from the bedside- ripping it open and pushing Kuro’s hips away to slide the rubber onto him-

Long hands gripped teenage hips, shaking hands sliding onto the pale rear cheeks and spreading them, listening to each and every gasp that emerged from the both of them… his tip tapping against Kuro’s tiny hole…

“Stop fucking around, put it in, old man-” Kuro snapped, suddenly shoving his hips down- and was speared on the grown man’s cock, letting out a sharp breath through his teeth.

Kotaro screwed his eyes shut, grabbing the boy’s shoulders, yanking him down and letting out a wheezing groan, his mouth pressing into the boy’s soft hair, inhaling his violet shampoo…

“Fuck- That’s it… You can do it… Just let go… just do exactly what you want to do-” Kuro whispered, twitching in the man’s arms…

And, again, Kotaro obliged, hands sliding down to his hips and BUCKING up into the boy, reverse jackhammering upwards into him, destroying the poor boy’s hole in the most primal was- not the way Kotaro had forced himself to be all these years-

It only crescendoed, Kotaro suddenly flipping the boy over; grabbing both legs and hooking them over his shoulder, kissing drunkenly against his calves before- once again, fucking into the boy like a jackhammer.

It was messy, sloppy, drunk between both of them, a folded mating press bending the boy in half, dripping kisses shared between them, alcohol on both of their breaths-

Wet, drunken sounds echoed between them, grunts and groans and occasional keens and moans on Kuro’s end, letting himself be vulnerable- become feminine in the ways he wanted…

Kotarp had never had the most stamina- and it made him finish rather quickly- a hitch in his chest, his thighs, Their lips met once more, Kuro’s hands coming up to tug at Kotaro’s hair as he came- pulsing cum deep inside of him- filling his stomach with hotness, a small belly bulge becoming apparent on the teenager’s abdomen.

One, two pumps, and Kotaro pulled away, taking a deep, deep breath-

And breaking down. He yanked his condom off, flinging the cum-filled sack at the wall and giving an angry yell, gripping at his hair and standing, pacing from wall to wall-

He was crying, overwhelmed- scared, guilty…

A fist rammed into the wall, and it only resulted in bloody knuckles, another course yell erupting from his lips-

This would be the point in the night where he might beat his son, or his wife- but he didn’t want to hurt Kuro… He didn't want…

Kotaro growled, his quirk acted up, tensing his thighs and floating in the air, feeling safest high up where nobody could reach him… but…

“Come down…” Kuro’s smooth voice rang out, cutting into the storm in Kotaro’s mind…

He floated down, falling into the boy’s arms, letting the younger male rub his back, trace up his spine and whisper little things into his ear…

Kuro said everything Kotaro wanted to hear… They were back in the bed… Kotaro was calm again… He allowed himself to be vulnerable, just as Kuro had been vulnerable with him during sex…

“There… There, Kotaro Shimura… I’m going to take care of you… I’m going to make you strong… We’re going to escape the same hell… I’m going to be your oasis in your boring, boring life…” He said softly, manipulating the man so deeply, it pulled the working mans strings like a puppet…

Kotaro nodded, and finally caved into the teenagers arms…

“My oasis…” He repeated, entrusting his drunken soul to the boy below.