Every Man Needs a Good Pounding

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Different colored eyes drank in the figure before him, tracing subtle lines of fine muscles and licking smooth, milky skin. A flash of pink darted out his mouth, wetting thin, curved lips. His gloved hand stroked his long, blue hair absently as he leaned against the bar counter, the end of his leather trench coat swaying lightly with every beat of the background music.

“Hey, Mukuro, it’s been a long time—haven’t seen you in years!” greeted the bartender as he polished a wineglass.

Mukuro nodded, his red-and-blue eyes still glued to the figure. He finished his glass of alcohol and pushed it towards the bartender for another round.

The bartender followed Mukuro's gaze as he reached to take the empty glass. “Oh, you’re looking at the Japanese man, Kyouya Hibari,” he observed with a smile as he uncorked a half-empty bottle of cachaça. “He’s pretty famous around here. I totally understand why you’re interested.” The bartender placed the refilled glass back in front of Mukuro. “I thought you had Byakuran already, though?”

“Nah, we just broke up. Apparently, he went chasing after some dude called Shouichi while I was at Brazil.” Mukuro picked up the glass and finally turned around to face the bartender, his odd eyes flicking to his beverage, watching the ice cubes’ dance. “I wouldn’t want to get in his way—he’s a psycho, that man. Knew how to fuck like none other, though. I’ll miss the sex.” Mukuro downed half of his Caipirinha with ease.

“Ah, well, you picked the right guy to stare at, especially for someone with masochist hobbies like you,” the bartender remarked, smirking. “Size doesn’t matter to Hibari. He’ll give you a good pounding if you want.” He glanced at the Japanese man and then leaned closer. “…But don’t mention topping him. He’ll kill you if you try, no kidding. I know—I want a piece of that hot ass too. Unfortunately, some other dude had tried before…” His expression darkened. “...He ended up half dead in the streets.” Whispered.

Mukuro raised a brow.

The bartender opened his mouth to say more, but silenced.

“Kamikaze,” rang a smooth, icy voice next to Mukuro.

Turning around, Mukuro met beautiful, calculative gray eyes.

A pop sounded as the bartender opened a new bottle of vodka.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past two hours without doing anything,” Hibari remarked with a cold smirk, waiting for the bartender to place his glass in front of him. “I can’t believe you had to make me come over here to greet your weak little herbivore ass.” He lifted the glass and sipped meaningfully, letting Mukuro have full view of his pale neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Mukuro cursed softly. Hibari was too gorgeous to be real.

“So, what’s your name?” continued Hibari, elegantly holding the stem of his cocktail glass and twirling it absently. “Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Mukuro,” replied said man, licking his lips again. “I just came back from Brazil.”

“Hn.” Hibari’s unreadable eyes narrowed. He took another lengthy sip from his glass and replaced it lightly onto the counter. “Let’s just skip all the troublesome, phony and boring introductions and get to the good part, shall we?” Without waiting for Mukuro to respond, he paid for both men and motioned for Mukuro to follow.



For a small man, Hibari sure was a viciously violent one. His kiss was brutal, involving a lot of teeth. Mukuro was literally choking from the bloody kisses, for Hibari’s pull on his tie was not merciful never mind considerate. Closing the door softly in sharp contrast with his powerful bite on Mukuro’s lower lip, Hibari threw his jacket to the side. He broke off the kiss only to savagely push Mukuro down to face his erection.

“Suck,” he ordered.

“Kufufu…so impatient, aren’t you?” Mukuro smirked playfully.

“Shut up or I’ll make you shut up, you stupid herbivore.” Hibari’s fingers dug into Mukuro’s shoulders to make a point.

Chuckling with amusement, Mukuro proceeded to unzip Hibari’s pants and free the hardened member. He teased the head of the length with his tongue, probing the small opening as he stroked the base with the tips of his fingers. His other hand reached to pull down Hibari’s pants but a painful step on his thigh stopped it.

“Did I say you could pull down my pants?” Hibari’s voice was freezing cold. The pain in Mukuro’s thigh was burning hot.

It felt good.

Getting harder, Mukuro took the head of Hibari’s cock into his mouth, sucking skillfully as he slowly took the entire length into his mouth, tracing the bulging veins with his tongue. Hibari hissed, his grip on Mukuro’s shoulders tightening. Smirking, Mukuro massaged the base of Hibari’s length as he bobbed his head.

“Mn…” Hibari leaned against the wall, panting softly as Mukuro continued to devour the man’s cock teasingly. Unable to bear the tension anymore, Mukuro reached to stroke his own throbbing erection while he sucked Hibari's erection. Thankfully, the man was too immersed in pleasure to notice. “For someone with a bad taste in hairstyles…you’re pretty good,” Hibari murmured softly, his nails biting into Mukuro’s flesh. “I’ll reward you nicely later if you keep up the good work…”

Spurred by the promise of rewards, Mukuro sucked harder, doubling his efforts so he could hear Hibari groan with pleasure.

“Ah…!” the man growled, stiffening as he released his seed, his back bumping into the wall. Mukuro drew back to suck on the head as his hands milked for more juice to swallow, savoring the taste of semen. Hibari’s knees trembled, too taken aback by the sensation as he moaned blissfully.

Taking the cue, Mukuro immediately took a hold of the man’s wrists and twisted them to his back.

“Wha—”

“You said you’ll reward me,” Mukuro breathed warmly into Hibari’s ears, nibbling the flesh close to his lips. “Do you plan on taking back your word?”

Angry now, Hibari struggled. “No,” he snarled, trying to break free but failing miserably. “I meant to reward your ass.”

If it were any other man trying to hold Hibari down, Hibari would have broken free with all that frightening strength and skill. However, unfortunately (or fortunately), it was Mukuro who had trapped the haughty bird. “Well…I sure thought differently…” With one hand, Mukuro unbuttoned Hibari’s shirt and pulled it back to secure the struggling man’s arms.

“I’ll bite you to death, herbivore!” Hibari hissed; his eyes widened when it dawned on him what was to happen.

“Who’s the predator here, I wonder?” Mukuro smirked, the tips of his fingers caressing Hibari’s torso teasingly as he kissed the back of that pale neck, nipping and sucking on deliciously smooth skin. “Every man needs a good pounding, Hibari,” he whispered huskily, pinching a hardened nipple. “Especially if they fuck men…”

“You…!”

“I used to be a top. Strange that people always seem to think that I’m just a slutty bottom. Truth be told, the moment I saw you, I became a top once again,” Mukuro smiled evilly. He slung the furious man over his shoulder and treaded barefoot across the spacious, dim apartment. Dropping Hibari onto a large Italian sofa, Mukuro marveled at how beautiful his captured prey was. Satisfied, he leaned down and breathed hotly, “I’ll enjoy popping that virgin hole of yours.”

Another fierce struggle ensued, but Mukuro simply subdued it by pinning Hibari’s shoulders down with ease. “Relax…I’m good at this,” he cooed as if Hibari would heed to his persuasion.

“Let me go.” The voice was flat, demanding.

Chuckling, Mukuro stroked Hibari’s silky black hair as he removed those troublesome pants. “Not before I get my promised reward, I won’t. Who knows? Maybe you’ll come back to me, begging for more.”

“Like hell I will!”

“Kufufu…what a hot ass you have,” Mukuro whistled happily, slapping pale butt-cheeks.

“…Bastard…!”

Ignoring the angry protests, Mukuro searched his pocket for lube. Closing his fingers around the plastic, he pulled the lube out and coated his throbbing erection with the slippery liquid. “If you don’t relax, it’ll be one painful ride…for you, of course.”



TBC

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Eck. Sorry I wasn't in the mood when I reached the smex part. I'll make it up next chapter...I hope.