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"I'd push you off if I didn't want it."

He flicked his gaze down to him, his eyes half-lidded.

Mamoru chuckled softly, leaning up to kiss him.

Ken met the kiss lazily, his hands moving to pull him closer.

He let himself be pulled, for once, curling into Ken's arms and sliding his hands down Ken's sides. His lips parted to grant him more access.

He managed to keep the groan low in his chest, body shifting a little at the touches as he flicked his tongue along Mamoru's lips in a lazy tease.

Mamoru chuckled softly, parting his lips to Ken and tangling his hands in his hair.

Mumbling something into the kiss, he nipped at Mamoru's lips before he curled his arms tighter, pulling him into his lap.

Mamoru muttered a response before he straddled Ken, pressing in against him.

Anything Ken had been planning on muttering back was forgotten in lieu of a soft groan as he shifted down a little more, his hands moving to rest along Mamoru's waist.

Mamoru purred at the sound, rocking against him easily as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between Ken's lips. His hands, in turn, moved down the other man's arms, his fingers brushing against him lightly.

His fingers clenched a tiny bit, digging in a little as he pushed up into the welcome pressure, eagerly parting his lips wider for Mamoru.

Mamoru chuckled again, both at the eagerness and the apparent role reversal. He curled in closer, his fingertips moving up to trace along Ken's neck.

The fingers along his neck made the older man shiver a little, muffling a soft moan into the deep kiss.

Mamoru pulled again, pushing against him roughly.

Ken pulled from the kiss, gasping sharply as soon as their lips parted. His hips were moving on their own now, shifting restlessly against Mamoru's.

Mamoru raised an eyebrow, pressing down to him and curling his hands into Ken's hair.

He went a little stiff when he felt the hands in his hair, but it passed quickly, especially when Mamoru moved against him.

He didn't like having his hair touched? Mamoru slid in, waiting for Ken to make the next move.

There was just something lately about it, but he had no idea what it was.

His hands moved to cup Mamoru's ass, pressing him down hard.

"... so who wants on top?"

Mamoru purred softly, glancing down at him.

"Bed first."

It didn't take but a moment for Ken to be on his feet, still holding Mamoru wrapped around him. He shot him a quick grin before he made his way to the big bedroom, his feet making a beeline for the bed.

Mamoru allowed himself to be carried, chuckling at Ken's eagerness.

Once the bed was close enough, he not so gently tumbled both of them onto it, already leaning in for another kiss as he settled over Mamoru.

Mamoru pulled Ken over him, purring softly.

His lips found Mamoru's quickly as his fingers drifted down the column of his neck, already starting to work on the buttons of his shirt.

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