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"So, you visited Rosalyn today?" Darian asked while searching through my fridge for water.

"Yeah," I replied once I was seated. "I had to try, y'know." He joined me on the couch. "I don't know if we could ever be friends again, but I had to do something. If Rosalyn and I never speak again, I'll like to know that at least I tried. That's all I ask for. Her hearing me out, even if nothing comes of it."

Darian nodded. "That makes sense."

I smirked. "Are you jealous?"

"Why do you say that?"

I shrugged. "You've always been iffy with Rosalyn."

"Before, I would be jealous," he said. "Now, no."

"What's the change?" I asked as he drank some of his water.

"Rosalyn isn't competition," he said. "No one is. You're with me, not Rosalyn. Not Kimiko. Not Clay. No one else. You love me, and I love you. There's nothing to be jealous about."

A smile slowly creeped onto my face. "Look at you." I lightly punched his arm. "All grown up." He rolled his eyes. "Seriously, I'm proud of you. I've been working on that, too, because you've been with a lot of people, Darian. Gyan is only the tip of the iceberg."

"None of them matter," he said. "You can fuck anyone, but you can't love everyone."

"I know," I agreed. "I know that now, and it helps that my depressed brain is almost gone. No more telling me that I'm not good enough for you or anyone else."

Darian watched me. "You've changed—throughout this school year. You're not pretty-boy Kenji anymore."   

"I'll always look good," I reassured him, "and I'll always take care of myself. That'll never change. I'll always have Chapstick and one handkerchief to battle crusty lips and sweaty faces." Darian busted into laughter. "That's not going anywhere, but I know better now. I need to spend less time working on the outside and more time working on the inside."

Darian nodded. "Nicely said. And your ichiban will always be right here." I jerked my head in his direction. "You may not call me that anymore, but I've always loved that nickname."

"I haven't called you that to your face in a while."

"But you've called me that in your thoughts?"

I nodded. "You've always been my ichiban, and you'll always be my ichiban." He reached for my hand. "What made you come here today?"

He released my hand. "You told me you were talking to Rosalyn today, and I thought you would need some support and company after."

"I do."

"I knew."

We chuckled, and even though the situation with Rosalyn left an ache in me, Darian soothed that ache. Knowing I had him by my side made everything better.

Then Darian's eyes gravitated passed me. "Is that a new love seat?"

I glanced back at me and Honoka's new silver love seat. We got it a couple days ago. "Yeah, it is," I said.

"Where's Honoka?"

"She's spending the day with Gavin."

"When will she be back?"

I scoffed. "Not for a while."

Darian watched me with a smirk. "I'll be back."

He got up off the couch and headed down the hall. "What are you doing?" I called out to him.

A couple seconds later, he returned—with lube.

"Wow," I deadpanned as he reclaimed his spot on the couch. "You know where my lube is?"

Darian sent me a blank look. "As if we haven't used it enough times for me to know where it is."

        True.

"Are you up to what I think you're up to?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. "I just feel like drinking this lube." I slapped his arm, and he laughed. "Seriously, hear me out. It's a love seat, so why don't we make love on it?"

I'd never heard Darian use the term "make love." He always thought it was too mushy.

"Make love, huh?" I stroked my chin. "Not fuck?"

"Then again, with us, we almost never just fück," he said. "Plus, remember the first we had sex. Well, penetrative sex. You wanted to be adventurous, but I stayed conventional for your comfort." I nodded. "Now, we can be adventurous. I want to take you on that couch."

"On my new love seat?" I asked. "My and Honoka's?"

He wagged a finger at me. "Knowing it's partially Honoka's makes it better. It reminds me of the first time we hooked up—how we did it on Gavin and Aaron's couch."

I busted into laughter. Thinking about it was funny. "So now you wanna do it on my couch?"

He shrugged. "Why not?" He waved the lube at me.

"Okay," I said. "You're too thirsty. You need more of that water."

He placed it onto the table nearby, and we turned our bodies towards each other.

"I top," we said at the same time. We glanced at each other. "I top," we repeated simultaneously.

"And they say most gay men prefer to bottom," Darian mumbled under his breath.

"Exactly." It was my turn to wag a finger in his face. "I'm not gay. You are, so you should bottom."

"But I really want to fûck you," he defended.

"I wanna fùck you, too," I added.

We sighed.

"Fine," Darian said. "We'll take turns, but I go first." Before I could protest, he held a finger up. "Already called it."

"Fine," I said through clenched teeth before standing up to remove my shirt. "But when it's my turn, I'm not going easy on you."

Darian stood up, held me by the sides, and kissed me with everything he had. I groaned, but before I could kiss him back just as fiercely, he pulled away. "Wouldn't want it any other way," he said.

I grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss. His fingers ran through my hair while my hands pulled up his shirt. His hands moved to mine, too, and we only parted to discard of the articles of clothing. Our lips met once more, more aggressive than before. When I pulled away for air, Darian continued kissing along my face and neck.

Then it hit me. "Darian," I said, but he didn't stop. "Is it disrespectful that right after apologizing to Rosalyn, I come home to have sex with you?"

He paused, and peered up at me. "No. Honestly, I really don't care."

He grabbed me by the hair for another kiss. I didn't think about it anymore. My sole focus was Darian's lips and his hands, which traveled down to my pants. He unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down as his lips focused on my neck. My hands ran along his back, and my grip tightened around him as he pulled my jeans and boxers down together. The lower my jeans went, the lower his kisses traveled. First to my chest, then my abdomen, my navel, until my jeans and boxers hit the floor. Darian was now on his knees staring at my cōck, before he moved closer and planted a soft kiss on the tip. I jerked back, and he chuckled.

Darian stood up and pulled me closer to him. "Relax." He massaged my shoulders. "Can't have you coming so soon."

"Why am I the only one naked?"

I got down on my knees and removed his pants and boxers, too, but I stood up right after. "Sit down." I grabbed the lube, and when I noticed he was still standing, I pushed him back onto the love seat. "I told you to sit."

I squirted some lube onto my hands before kneeling before Darian. He adjusted himself onto the loveseat to get comfortable as I rubbed my hands together.

"Don't make me come," he said as I grabbed him in my hands.

I sent him a funny look. "That's the first time I've heard that." I still ran my hands up and down the shaft, and he closed his eyes. "Still don't want me to make you come?"

"Not yet," he said through a grunt, "but later."

"Okay."

I was going to give him his wish. I wasn't going to let him come.

I brought my lips towards the tip of his head and allowed my breath to brush against the sensitive skin. He released a breath as my hands continued their path along his shaft while I pulled him into my mouth without allowing him to feel anything but my breath. I did this multiple times, and he got restless.

"Kenji, what the fùck?" he groaned. "Suck me off, dammit."

I pulled him out of my mouth. "I thought you didn't want to come?"

He peered down at me. "I still want to feel something, damn."

I chuckled. "Thought so."

I took him into my mouth as far as I could go, running my tongue along his cóck the whole way down. He sighed. Once I reached my limit, I fought back the urge to gag and swallowed around him instead. Darian groaned and grabbed my hair into a fist, but he didn't push me down.

I came up for air. "Better?" I panted.

He smiled and stroked my hair. "Better."

I took him into my mouth again, this time focusing on the head while my hands worked on the base. I alternated between sucking on the tip and running my tongue along the corona of his head. I occasionally pulled him in deeper before returning my focus to the head. Darian used both hands to caress my hair while I continued my ministrations. When he pulled my hair into a fist again, that was when I changed tactics. I pushed his còck towards his body and began flicking my tongue along the back of his cöck.

He jerked with a groan. "Fûck."

I pulled away to ask, "You like that?"

He responded by shoving my head down for me to continue. If I wasn't so turned on, I would have been pissed. Instead, I focused my anger on his còck. Alternating between sucking, flicking, licking, and bobbing. The slickness of my hands and my spit made everything easier. Darian parted his legs as his breathing got heavier. I took that as my cue to broaden my actions. I lifted his cöck towards his stomach to give me access to the underside, and I licked up his shaft, sucked on the head, licked back down and took one of his balls into my mouth. He moaned as I jacked him off while paying his balls extra attention.

"That feels really good, Kenji."

His hold loosened around my hair, and I rewarded him by sucking along his shaft as I made my way up to the head. I repeated those motions, giving every part of his cóck the attention he desired. He especially liked it whenever I would suck or flick my tongue on the underside of his còck, which I knew he would. Whenever I spent too much time on that spot, he would pull me up with his breathing staggered, reminding me that he didn't want to come.

After a couple more minutes of this, my jaw got tired and my cōck was painfully hard, so I released him and stood up. He slowly opened his eyes when cool air brushed against his skin.

"You wanted to fúck me?" I grabbed the lube and straddled him with my other hand grabbing the back of the love seat. I handed him the lube. "So fūck me."

He stared at me for a second, before smashing his lips to mine. His hand quickly descended to my ass while I wrapped my arms around his neck. He massaged the skin on my ass, and I gasped when cold liquid traveled down my opening. He placed the lube onto the nearby table and grabbed my chin before bringing my lips back to his. While he distracted me with his lips and kisses, his fingers rubbed the lube around my opening, even pushing one in before quickly pulling it out.

Once I felt the tip of his head at my entrance, I resisted the urge to tense up. My hold on him tightened as I buried my face into his neck. He rubbed my head as he slowly inserted his cóck into me. I focused on my breathing the deeper he went. First the head, then half the shaft and before I knew it, he was completely in. Darian pulled me back so we could hold eye contact.

He cracked a smile. "Remember, after this, you get to have me."

I gave him a quick kiss. "I think I'll rather enjoy this moment instead of thinking about that."

His smile widened. "I like the sound of that." He glanced down. "I think I'll like for you to ride me first."

"So needy," I joked. "Gotta do everything around here."

"Oh, shut up." He smacked my ass, and I resisted the urge to say something because I knew when it was my turn, I was going to annihilate his ass.

I planted both hands onto the back of the couch, and Darian stabilized me by grabbing my waist. I could feel him inside of me with every motion, so once I was stabilized, I pulled up before sinking back down. We both moaned, and I repeated the motion. The position was straining on my legs and knees, but it felt good and I could continue for now. As I continued thrusting, Darian's hands moved down to spread me open for each thrust, and I grabbed my cōck to start jacking it off.

I buried my face into Darian's neck again, and I muttered in his ear, "You feel really good inside of me." He groaned. "Do you like it when I say that? Does it turn you on?"

"Yeah," he replied in a husky voice. "I love it."

I slowed down my motions. "You're so sexy, Darian." I kissed behind his ear. "I love the way you taste, smell, feel." I dragged out the last part, and I lightly bit his neck. He jerked but held onto me so I wouldn't fall. I grabbed one of his hands and wrapped it around my cock. "You do this to me. No one else." I grinded against his hand with each thrust. "Not Rosalyn. Not Clay. You."

He grunted and pushed his hips up, making me gasp at the force of the thrust. "Faster," he panted when his hips stilled. "Move faster, baby."

I ran a hand along his cheek as we stared into each other's eyes. "I'll ride you how I please, babe."

Before he could groan, I placed my hand on top of his that was on my ass, and my thrusts increased. He spread his legs and held me with his free hand as we moved together. I had to let go of my cóck, but it was a great way to keep me from coming pre-maturely. Darian scattered kisses all over my chest, despite the perspiration that started to collect. We were both eager to have every part of our bodies touch, and even though I wasn't physically touching myself, the tension began to form. All the touching and words and sounds was getting to me.

I halted my movements and jumped off Darian's lap. He stared at me in disbelief. "What the fuck, Kenji?"

I laid down onto the long couch with my eyes on him. "Come here."

I didn't have to tell him twice as he was on top of me in a second. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and he knew what to do. He was inside of me in a matter of seconds, and we picked up where we left off. Except this time, Darian was in charge and his rigorous thrusts was a reminder of that.

He wanted to fùck me, and this was his opportunity.

He grabbed both of my hands and pushed them above my head while one of his hands held them together. The position and him running his lips across various parts of my skin increased my arousal. When he sat up with his knees, before I could whine, he grabbed my hips to pull me closer, and he wrapped his arms around my legs before resuming. I could feel him so deeply, and his dominance made everything hotter.  I liked being in charge, but I also loved it when Darian was in charge like this.

        Darian's hands traveled to my length, and he wrapped his hand around it. Then he glanced down at me. "Touch yourself." I only stared at him. "I like seeing you touch yourself."

        As soon as his hands released me, my hands wrapped around my còck. Darian continued his rhythm while I synced my hands up with his thrusts. I threw my head back as the sensation of him in me and my hands around my cóck washed over me.

The more time passed, the hotter my body became as my balls began to tighten. Every thrust, touch, kiss and contact was too much, and I knew I was on the edge.

"Pull out," I could barely get out.

"What?" Darian asked without stopping.

"I'm about to come," I said. "Pull out."

"Me, too," he said. "You know what? Fuck it. Let's come."

"No." I started to push him back. "Pull out."

With a deep groan, he stopped and pulled out of me. It was an empty feeling, and I wanted him to come right back and finish the job, but I had to be strong. When I sat up, Darian sat next to me. I was so horny, and based off Darian's expression, so was he. But I wasn't coming until I was inside of him.

"Hey, on the bright side, at least it'll be more intense when it actually happens," I said, on a positive note.

Darian sent me a frown. "You do the most, Kenji."

My eyes wandered around the room until I got an idea. I turned to Darian. "Want ice-cream?"

He stared at me in disbelief. "I have blue balls, and you're offering me ice-cream?"

"It'll be a good fûck break."

His stare stayed for a couple more seconds before he shrugged. "Okay."

We stood up and made our way to the kitchen for some ice-cream. This couldn't happen with anyone else but Darian. While we ate our ice-cream, I just watched him. I knew that I would never choose anyone over Darian.

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* What do you guys think? This chapter was supposed to have more, but I got tired, so the rest would come out next. This and the next chapter are a lot of sex, but they show a lot about Kenji and Darian's relationship, along with the progression of said relationship.

* I've been MIA a lot lately, and I'll like to thank all the good wishes and concerns. I'm doing better now, which is shown by the fact that I can write about sex. My illness doesn't increase creativity; it hinders it, so I'm glad to be doing better.