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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.

Apparently, the question of who would top had been resolved. Mamoru gave a quiet moan and pressed up to Ken's body, letting the other man undress him.

Ken's deft fingers made short work of Mamoru's shirt, even though he was careful to keep from tearing it. He'd learned, after all! Lips still busy with Mamoru's, he let his hand drop to the waist of his pants, the fingers dipping under the material in a subtle tease.

A good thing, too, or he would have had a displeased Mamoru on his hands. The younger man had become a little bit of a clothes horse, once he'd had some money. Not that his taste in clothing hadn't always been interesting.

Mamoru pushed in with a quiet moan, arching his hips toward Ken's touch.

Ken muffled a soft chuckle against Mamoru's lips, but his hands dropped lower, pushing the pants away before he curled his fingers around his length.

He pushed up with an appreciative hiss, swallowing the chuckle with a nip at Ken's lower lip. His fingers pushed under the older man's shirt, dragging it up as he slid his nails over Ken's chest.

This time, it was Ken's turn to hiss at the flicker of pain along his chest. His fingers tightened in silent appreciation as his hand slid up his cock.

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