This is his, Yamato no Kami Yasusada thought, so he would no longer need to endure it.
"It seems Kiyomitsu hasn't masturbated in a long time since we separated," Yamato no Kami Yasusada whispered in Kashuu Kiyomitsu's ear as he leaned down. He looked at the other's face, lost in pleasure, his lips swollen and red from the earlier caresses, emitting unconscious moans with each change in the force of his movements. His ruby-red eyes were already brimming with tears, even the corners stained red with desire. What a beautiful color, he thought sincerely.
"Haa...bullshit!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu wanted to hold on a little longer, but the waves of pleasure came one after another, and with Yamato no Kami Yasusada's superb skills, he quickly surrendered in a blank state. Kashuu Kiyomitsu looked at Yamato no Kami Yasusada's abdomen covered in his semen, and his last line of defense crumbled. He covered his eyes with his hands as if giving up, and spoke breathlessly.
"Damn it, you bastard... If you're going to do it, then do it now!"
Yamato no Kami Yasusada revealed a smile like a predator who had succeeded in hunting. He quickly took off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body, and his right hand mischievously pinched Kashuu Kiyomitsu's buttocks, whispering a reply in his ear.
"Yes, ma'am."
·
"Damn it, can't you do something normal?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu slumped over the kitchen counter, the surrounding area a mess from the fight, but he had no time to worry about cleaning up afterwards. His long-unused area was now being handled by two rather unkind fingers, occasionally digging and probing with their knuckles. The discomfort of the foreign object intruding made him furrow his brow uncomfortably, his legs involuntarily wanting to tighten, but then he had to relax again because of something he remembered. This was so shameful. Kashuu Kiyomitsu buried his face in his arms, and that bastard Yasusada, instead of getting any lubricant, was using olive oil for dilation. The slippery feeling made his already limp penis tremble and rise again.
"Who told you to look so impatient, Kiyomitsu? I was afraid you'd already be doing it yourself before we even got into the bedroom," Yamato no Kami Yasusada teased, though he wasn't exactly relaxed himself. His manhood was practically bursting with erection, but even so, he suppressed his desire and patiently continued to dilate the person beneath him. Luckily, Kashuu Kiyomitsu was too shy and insisted on doing it with his back to him; otherwise, seeing that face drowning in lust, Yamato no Kami Yasusada couldn't guarantee he'd still be sober.
His fingers were enveloped by the soft intestinal walls, resisting like a shy young girl as they probed in, and then lingering as if reluctant to leave. Soon, Yamato no Kami Yasusada added a third finger, and at the same time, Kashuu Kiyomitsu's barely concealed moans rose from above. Gone was his usual sharp, porcupine-like tone; now his voice was hoarse and erotic, exuding a deadly sensuality. Yamato no Kami Yasusada's eyes darkened slightly, and his fingers unconsciously increased their pressure. The passage, moistened and soft with the olive oil, allowed him to reach deep inside with minimal effort. He quickly found that familiar spot; the moment his fingers touched the bulge, Kashuu Kiyomitsu's body jerked violently like a fish on a chopping board.
"Ah...haa...damn it, don't touch there!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu wanted to make his tone even more aggressive, but the overwhelming pleasure almost made him ejaculate. His threatening words were like a kitten's desperate resistance, making one want to tease it even more. He wanted to say something more to salvage his utterly humiliated face, but his anus suddenly felt empty, and before he could react, another hot, enormous thing pressed against him.
"Wait, wait! Yasusada!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu tried to turn around in a panic, but heard Yamato no Kami Yasusada's increasingly heavy breathing coming from above him.
"I can't wait, Kiyomitsu."
"Ugh—!"
Yamato no Kami Yasusada was absolutely right. Since their breakup, Kashuu Kiyomitsu had never masturbated, not even once, nor had he ever sought out anyone else. Perhaps he always talked about breaking up and getting a divorce, but deep down he knew that no one but this person could do it.
Perhaps because it had been so long since he'd done it, Kashuu Kiyomitsu trembled all over after Yamato no Kami Yasusada had only just begun to penetrate. The tight passage wasn't enough to accommodate Yamato no Kami Yasusada's full desire, and the tearing, penetrating pain caused Kashuu Kiyomitsu to gasp for breath. Neither of them was feeling well. Seeing Kashuu Kiyomitsu already sweating profusely, Yamato no Kami Yasusada, lying on top of him, dared not make any further moves. He could only continue to tease the desire of the person beneath him, his hands stroking Kashuu Kiyomitsu while carefully kissing along the back of his neck. His warm lips caressed the pale shoulder blades, moving down the spine before returning to the neck, licking the other's earlobe.
"Is this guy a dog?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu wondered, enduring the pain. He was even amused by his own thought. This man, who had been like a hungry wolf just moments before, was now obediently refusing to move. He didn't know whether to call him brave or incredibly stupid. But he already knew the answer, Kashuu Kiyomitsu thought. From the moment he became jealous, suspecting this man of cheating, the whole thing had already been decided.
"...Come in."
"ah?"
Upon suddenly hearing Kashuu Kiyomitsu's voice, Yamato no Kami Yasusada was momentarily stunned, but he quickly seemed to understand something, his expression becoming excited. Looking at the flushed ears of the person beneath him, he felt an overwhelming joy about to burst forth from his chest.
"Bear with it," he said in a low voice, then steadied the other person's waist and, with the lubrication of olive oil and intestinal fluid, forcefully squeezed in.
After full penetration, both of them were panting for a long time. His erect, burning genitals swelled continuously in the warm, soft embrace. Kashuu Kiyomitsu had just begun to regret his actions when Yamato no Kami Yasusada's next thrust rendered him speechless. It was simply too stimulating, for both of them. At first, he managed to remain gentle, but the further it went, the less Yamato no Kami Yasusada could control himself. He thrust his entire penis to its deepest point, then withdrew completely, the wide, sweeping movements leaving Kashuu Kiyomitsu unable to utter complete sentences, only able to let out fragmented moans.
"Ah...ah...slower, um...slower..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu felt like his whole body was on fire. His anus was completely filled by Yamato no Kami Yasusada's penis, every fold smoothed out with each thrust. That enormous thing was thrusting to unimaginable depths, and Yamato no Kami Yasusada even rubbed his sensitive spots with the glans in a wicked way. Overwhelming pleasure shot from his tailbone straight to his brain, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu almost uncontrollably wanted to scream. The penis being played with in the other's hand became even harder, and every now and then the calloused fingertips would rub the urethral opening. After only a few strokes, Kashuu Kiyomitsu ejaculated for the second time.
"Ha...ha..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped onto the control panel. But before he could catch his breath, Yamato no Kami Yasusada grabbed his arm without saying a word and turned him over.
"Ugh...no...too deep, too deep..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu's sobs were forced out, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Yamato no Kami Yasusada, hoping the man still had some conscience. But clearly, Yamato no Kami Yasusada was now controlled by desire. The genitals still buried deep inside him were churning inside his intestines, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu was panting heavily. In the end, he could only let the man forcefully place his legs on the other's shoulders, changing him into a supine position.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada's thrusts grew increasingly fierce, his eyes darkening to the point of obscuring their former azure. Kashuu Kiyomitsu felt as if some uncontrollable switch had been flipped, his consciousness fading under the steam of lust. Pleasure surged from his rear to every limb, even his toes curling excitedly with each thrust. He didn't even know what he was saying; saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. At first, he would plead softly, but eventually, he seemed to have no strength left to utter a single word except for groans. Intestinal fluid mixed with olive oil was frothy, overflowing from his anus and sliding down his pale thighs, dripping onto the tiles.
"Spread your legs a little wider... Phew, yes, like that..."
Kashuu Kiyomitsu wanted to mock the guy a bit more, but in the end, he sadly found himself only able to spread his legs a little wider as the guy had instructed. Yamato no Kami Yasusada would even lower his head to kiss him when he was deeply in love, from his eyebrows to the corners of his lips. If it weren't for the fact that the guy's lower body movements were getting more and more violent, Kashuu Kiyomitsu would have actually praised him a bit.
Soon, Kashuu Kiyomitsu became erect for the third time. He tried to soothe himself with trembling hands, but Yamato no Kami Yasusada grabbed his hands.
"Don't touch it, shoot it out from behind."
"Damn it, I won't... Ah... No, don't go so deep..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu was about to retort, but after a few deeper thrusts, his voice became broken again. He frowned, enduring the ever-increasing pleasure from behind while trying hard to suppress his ejaculation.
Damn, shooting from behind is so embarrassing!
“With me, Kiyomitsu, together.” Yamato no Kami Yasusada whispered in his ear, his movements below becoming increasingly rapid, each thrust hitting the mark. His sensitive spots were relentlessly pounded and rubbed, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu could only groan, unable to utter any further words of resistance. His nipples were repeatedly sucked, and under this multi-pronged assault, he quickly surrendered. At the same moment he ejaculated, Yamato no Kami Yasusada finally ejaculated as well. Hot semen splattered onto the tender, protruding flesh of his sensitive spot, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu's body shuddered violently, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. Looking at Yamato no Kami Yasusada, who was tightly embracing him with a satisfied expression, he felt a mix of emotions. He was indeed happy to have made up with this guy and had a very enjoyable time, but on the other hand…
Damn it, he actually ejaculated from behind! That's so embarrassing!
-TBC
Chapter 11, Section 11
"Actually, that person is my colleague."
Kashuu Kiyomitsu was lying on the control panel, waiting to recover his strength, when he suddenly heard Yamato no Kami Yasusada say something out of the blue. At this moment, the air was still filled with an unspoken musky scent, and Yamato no Kami Yasusada's voice sounded muffled by the ringing in his ears after the climax. Kashuu Kiyomitsu squinted and counted the ceiling above his head, but his ears were perked up, trying hard to hear more clearly.
"He's just a childish brat, the legendary cross-dressing master. We were assigned to pretend to be a couple to scout the location, and this little rascal said he wanted to make it as realistic as possible and wanted to come up and kiss me, but... unfortunately, you ran into him." Yamato no Kami Yasusada's voice was low, still hoarse with lingering lust.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu turned his head to see what kind of expression the man had, but after a lot of effort, he could only see a reddish ear that remained on the man's face. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the strength. In the end, he choked on his own breath, which startled Yamato no Kami Yasusada, who quickly turned around and patted his back to help him catch his breath.
"Cough...cough cough! Okay, stop filming. With your strength, one more slap and I'll have to say goodbye!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu finally calmed down and waved at Yamato no Kami Yasusada with feigned disgust, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but keep turning up.
He found it hard to describe his feelings at that moment. It wasn't that he had vented his frustrations with sex or felt satisfied after a beating. It was just that a huge boulder that had been weighing on his heart for so long had finally been moved and thrown away with the combined strength of the two of them. There could be many sentimental words to describe it, countless literary and profound sentences to compare it to, but in the end, it all turned into a silent joy that exploded in his little heart, flowing through his limbs like a joyful song.
Because he finally solved this global mystery. Why didn't he punch this person when they mocked him in the first place? Why did he find a reason to conceal his identity and stay with them for five years? Why was he enraged when he saw someone kissing Yamato no Kami Yasushi? Why didn't he pull the trigger in the very end...? Why?
"Actually, I was a little happy after finding out your identity, though I was mostly angry." Kashuu Kiyomitsu closed his eyes, ignoring Yamato no Kami Yasusada's surprised gaze, and continued to speak to himself, "Because I've been worried about what will happen between us... Okay, I admit I've thought about our future, you bastard, don't smirk like that!" Kashuu Kiyomitsu gritted his teeth and punched the person next to him with his elbow, making Yamato no Kami Yasusada swallow back all the laughter he was about to suppress.
"To be honest, I was really scared. The way you held the gun was terrifying, and you shot down a bunch of people without saying a word. I'm so glad I didn't experience domestic violence before."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Yamato no Kami Yasusada protested, "Who's the one abusing whom here?!"
“But I’m also very grateful now.” Kashuu Kiyomitsu ignored the noise around him. He turned his head, his dark red eyes reflecting Yamato no Kami Yasusada’s face. Finally, he curled the corners of his mouth and said in a relieved tone, “We were originally from the same world.”
More than once, he had feared that his blood-soaked hands would stain the man's pristine white shirt, leaving indelible scars on that fair and delicate face. He always knew that assassins couldn't mingle with ordinary citizens, but every time he decided to turn away, this annoying fellow would stick to him like a piece of chewing gum. Until the two faced each other in their true identities, beneath that utter rage lay a small, barely perceptible joy.
"Kiyomitsu..." Instead of the expected angry howl or frustrated turn of the head, his usually aloof lover's sudden, direct approach left Yamato no Kami Yasusada stunned for a long while. He opened his mouth as if to say something more, but the doorbell in the entryway ruthlessly shattered this rare moment of tenderness.
The two exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh. Yamato no Kami Yasusada shook his head helplessly, got off the workbench, picked up the trousers that had been carelessly thrown on the ground, struggled to put them on, and then carefully walked around the mess on the floor to the door and turned the doorknob.
"What can I do for you...?"
"Oh my god! Mr. Yamato no Mamoru, you're alright!"
Yamato no Kami Yasusada scratched his head, somewhat bewildered, facing the crowd outside the door. Mrs. Suzuki, who was at the head of the group, looked him up and down with a worried expression. Behind her were some other neighbors, and even two people in police uniforms were standing nearby.
Oh no, I got so caught up in the game that I attracted the police...
Yamato no Kami Yasusada rubbed his temples, his head aching, while blocking the doorway to prevent everyone from seeing the miserable state inside. Before he could come up with a reasonable excuse, he heard footsteps behind him.
“Oh, this is Mr. Kashuu… Ah! You…” Mrs. Suzuki had obviously heard it too, and was about to continue speaking, but when she saw Kashuu Kiyomitsu’s appearance the next second, she was immediately dumbfounded.
Ah, I really want to move. Yamato no Kami Yasusada silently gazed at the sky.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu emerged wearing only a shirt, its waist-length hem and overly loose shoulders clearly not his size, easily reminiscent of a boyfriend shirt. Coupled with the fact that the two had indeed just made love, their eyes still brimming with the lingering warmth of passion, and his long hair, missing his hairband, hanging loosely down his back, along with the red marks left on his collarbone from being pinched, and the hickeys that stretched from his neck into the folds of his shirt—everything spoke volumes.
"Who's at the door of Yasusada... Oh, isn't this Mrs. Suzuki? What brings you here so late?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu leaned casually against the door. His originally lazy tone changed a bit when he saw the group of people outside. He seemed a little shy and subconsciously hid behind Yamato no Kami Yasusada, but he still made everyone's eyes sparkle with desire.
"Ah... this..." Mrs. Suzuki was embarrassed and didn't know where to look. "I heard you making a lot of noise and thought something had happened. It seems I've disturbed you... I'm so sorry."
"Not at all." Yamato no Kami Yasusada's eyes twitched slightly as he watched Kashuu Kiyomitsu's superb acting, but he had to force a smile and quickly waved his hand. "We were too loud and disturbed everyone. We are very sorry."
"It's alright, it's alright. Young people always have plenty of energy. It's more like we're making a big fuss over nothing," Mrs. Suzuki said with a laugh, covering her mouth. She quickly urged the others to go home. Fortunately, everyone present was an adult, and apart from winking and gesturing to the two of them not to make such a commotion again before leaving, they didn't suspect anything else.
After seeing off the onlookers, Yamato no Kami Yasusada had just closed the door when he heard a "pfft" of laughter behind him.
"You can still laugh? You have no idea how they look at me." Yamato no Kami Yasusada rolled his eyes helplessly, then turned to face Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who was clutching his stomach and leaning against the wall, laughing.
"Hahaha, not only can I see it, I can also interpret it! Mr. Yamato no Mamoru is so energetic in that kind of thing." Kashuu Kiyomitsu deliberately imitated the tone of the neighbor from before, mocking Yamato no Mamoru Yasusada. His slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and with the boyfriend shirt he was wearing for the temporary performance, he was indescribably alluring.
Feeling his little brother about to stand up, Yamato no Kami Yasusada blushed, and in a fit of embarrassment and anger, he picked up Kashuu Kiyomitsu horizontally, and amidst the other's scream, he practically spat out a few words through gritted teeth.
"Then I'll let you experience firsthand just how much energy I have!"
After that, everything seemed to go back to the way it was at the beginning. The same cohabitation life, the same chaos. Yamato no Kami Yasusada still struggled daily with his kitchen, trying to figure out how to cook a decent meal without blowing it up. Kashuu Kiyomitsu remained his usual arrogant self, often leaving Yamato no Kami with a black shirt on his back for days after a night of passion.
But there must be some differences among them.
With no need to conceal their identities, all their previous explanations became irrelevant. The two would often huddle together discussing the most advanced firearms and ammunition, and devising the most sophisticated methods of committing crimes. Of course, if they met on a mission, they would show even less mercy. Yamato no Kami Yasusada would snatch a kill, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu would immediately take out the hostage he was protecting. Often, while their companions were facepalming, the two would race like the tortoise and the hare, covering several blocks in the process.
This is probably what you call, the legendary love-hate relationship, right?
Then one day, Yamato no Kami Yasusada, who was running ahead, suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who was chasing behind, crashed into him without noticing. Rubbing his nose, which was red from the impact, he angrily hit the culprit's shoulder with the butt of his gun, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why did you stop?! That hurts like hell!"
However, Yamato no Kami Yasusada did not retort as expected. Instead, he silently squatted down and stared at his toes until Kashuu Kiyomitsu could no longer bear it and squatted down on the street with him.
"Hey you..."
"Kiyomitsu, I feel like we've forgotten something very important."
Distracted from his outburst, Kashuu Kiyomitsu turned his head irritably and said fiercely, "What is it?!"
Yamato no Kami Yasusada remained squatting motionless on the ground, but his gaze shifted from his toes to Kashuu Kiyomitsu's face. He scrutinized him for a long time, and before Kashuu Kiyomitsu could erupt again, he said in a serious tone:
"We forgot to get married!"
"ha?!"
So, as if to make up for a huge regret, Yamato no Kami Yasusada quickly made all the arrangements and, dragging the still bewildered Kashuu Kiyomitsu and a group of friends who were cheering and causing trouble on the side, rushed to their wedding hall.
So even after being pulled away by the smiling Horikawa to put on the red suit for the wedding, his mind was still a complete blank.
They got married so simply...? What happened to the proposal in a sea of flowers? What happened to the tearful confession? This is nothing like what he imagined!
"That's why I told you to read less of the novels Kanesou sent me," Horikawa said, trying to suppress a laugh as he adjusted Kashuu Kiyomitsu's bow tie.
"I didn't watch that kind of thing... Speaking of which, you actually called that idiot assistant 'Kane-san'? You must have been bribed, Kunihiro!"
"You're too prejudiced! Kanesang is clearly so talented!"
Kashuu Kiyomitsu turned his head away with a look that said "You've changed," automatically ignoring his former teammate who was now also a fan.
However, perhaps because of his reconciliation with Yamato no Kami Yasusada, the organizations they belonged to inexplicably built a bridge of friendship. Their former partners were the first to be affected; upon meeting, it was as if lightning struck, and within a few days, he and Yamato no Kami Yasusada were left as lone commanders, their two technicians long since disappeared. As for the remaining members, perhaps because they were all in the same "assassin circle," having already crossed paths during various missions, seeing former adversaries now drinking and playing cards together, Kashuu Kiyomitsu was momentarily at a loss for words.
"What are you still doing here! The wedding is about to start!" Mutsu no Mamoru shouted as soon as he pushed open the door, pulling the two of them excitedly as they rushed outside, making Horikawa burst out laughing.
"Mutsu no Kami-senpai, this is Kiyomitsu's wedding! Why are you so excited?!"
"This is a historic moment! After all, it's the first time I've ever seen two assassins get married, and so openly at that, hahaha!"
"Spare me..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu silently covered his face with his other free hand.
"Make way, make way, the bride is here!"
"Damn it, who's the bride?!"
After letting out a roar, Kashuu Kiyomitsu found himself dragged to the wedding venue by Mutsu no Kami. Looking around, he saw familiar faces everywhere. Although these unreliable guys always liked to joke about him and Yamato no Kami Yasusada, at this moment, everyone's eyes were genuinely filled with joy and blessings. Kashuu Kiyomitsu immediately felt embarrassed, his face flushed as Horikawa smiled and led him down the aisle. Because of their special status, the wedding venue was an unnamed island, and it was said that the small chapel was something Yamato no Kami Yasusada had rushed to build over several days.
The snow-white walls were adorned with Cupid reliefs, a symbol of love. The church wasn't large, but the care the planners had taken could be felt in every detail. As Kiyomitsu Kashuu was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a soft voice from Horikawa beside him.
"We've arrived."
He looked up abruptly and realized that he had somehow walked to the end of the red carpet, and standing in front of him was the person who was about to become the other half of his life.
"You're not nervous right now, are you, Kiyomitsu?" Yamato no Kami Yasusada, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue suit, his hair tied high in a fluffy ponytail, spoke with that same intense gaze, a faint smile that reached deep into his eyes.