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It wasn't common for them to fall asleep together, let alone wake up together, given Ryousuke’s (alright, and his) thing for cars.
Keisuke had confronted them about it a few months into joining Project D, all bluster and red ears as he never once looked them in the eye. Takumi couldn’t really pay attention to the exact words Keisuke was saying, just his tone of voice, but Ryousuke had laughed off his brother’s concern with that same little series of encouraging pats on the shoulder.
After that weird little encounter, Ryousuke started pulling him into his room too, but there was still a 50-50 chance that he’d tell Takumi to pull the 86 over in some deserted parking lot. It was kind of weird how Ryousuke seemed to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of all the deserted parking lots between Akina and Akagi, but to be fair, that wasn’t even the first or the weirdest thing about him.
Ryousuke was irritatingly handsome, for one.
Takahashi bro-con, for another. Keisuke was louder about his brother-complex, but Ryousuke was just as bad about it, given how he’d spent over 4,000,000 yen just to get his brother a- a rival? A driving buddy? Maybe Takumi would be better at it if he cared about anything more than Ryousuke’s approval and going fast.
Also, did he mention 4,000,000 yen on a hobby?
Fucking weird rich people.
But it was also because of fucking weird rich people that he got his Trueno…his 86 back. He was learning more about cars than he ever thought he could, and was being paid to drive. He didn’t know what his father would’ve thought about that, let alone about the sex.
…maybe it was a good thing he’d never have to find out.
Speaking of stupidly handsome, Ryousuke was still fast asleep on their shared pillow. Takumi could count the number of times that had happened on one hand. He stared at that peaceful face, tracking his features: those long lashes, that sleek hair falling across his straight nose, that mouth that had- well. He’d learnt a lot of things from that mouth, and not just while Ryousuke was talking.
Takumi squinted. Did that mouth just twitch?
“...you’re awake, aren’t you?”
That mouth curved into a proper smile, even if Ryousuke’s eyes stayed close. “I could feel your gears turning,” he murmured, his deep voice even deeper at this hour.
“You…don’t have anything on this morning?” Takumi asked reluctantly.
Ryousuke hummed, twisting onto his back to stretch. Takumi tried not to stare at his long limbs and the way the indecent bits were just hidden under the covers.
“Nothing urgent,” Ryousuke rumbled, twisting back onto his belly, bringing that annoyingly handsome face way too close for comfort. Takumi just about swallowed his tongue. When was he going to build up immunity to that idiotically handsome face?
Ryousuke blinked, eyelids still sticky with sleep.
“If you’re still tired, you can go back to sleep,” Takumi tried. “I won’t tell Keisuke-san you’re here.”
“This is my room,” Ryousuke pointed out lazily, sprawling across the rest of the bed.
“Oh, yeah,” he muttered, curling around the corner of the pillow. At least he’d never once run into their parents. “Uh- I can go, if you- oof!”
Ryousuke had used a couple of those stretched out limbs to pull him close like some sort of weird teddy bear.
“Or not,” Takumi mumbled, his face smushed against the warm, smooth skin of Ryousuke’s throat. He even smelt good, all skin and sweat and musk and the faint traces of his aftershave and cologne. He tried not to think about it, but his cock twitched anyway.
“Hmmm?” Ryousuke hummed, stretching again- against him, this time. Fuck, that was- it was asking too much for Ryousuke to have missed the way his cock reacted, huh.
“You’re up early,” the older man teased, his mouth curling into a smirk. His eyes weren’t even open and Takumi still felt like his head was going to combust.
“It’s okay, you’re still sleepy.”
If he was hoping to dissuade Ryousuke, it didn’t work. The man just rolled more fully onto his back and rolled him with it until Takumi was straddling him, and he finally opened his eyes.
“Then you’re going to have to do all the work.”
Takumi swallowed at the intensity in those endlessly dark eyes. Ryousuke’s annoyingly handsome face was one thing, but his eyes, especially when he was passionate about something, left Takumi weak at the knees. He was probably going to take a lot longer to build an immunity to them than just that face.
Takumi reached overhead for the lube and condoms. He wasn’t looking at Ryousuke, but he could feel the other’s gaze trailing over his skin like another touch- oh, he shuddered, those were Ryousuke’s hands sliding up his thighs to grip his waist.
“Am I distracting you?”
Takumi shivered. Of course there was also Ryousuke’s impossibly sexy voice to contend with, too. He tossed the roll of condoms onto his chest.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Ryousuke chuckled, those hands sliding down his body again, lingering on his knees before going to pick up the condoms.
“And how many of these were you planning on using?”
Takumi flushed in the middle of uncapping the lube. “Unless you’re volunteering to clean up-.”
Ryousuke laughed outright, and he helpfully put a condom each on either of them. “How could I complain when you’re doing all the work?”
Takumi’s flush deepened. “And you know it,” he mumbled, reaching behind him with slick fingers. He didn’t do this enough for him to be totally comfortable with touching himself, but Takumi knew the mechanics of what to do and what felt good.
Ryousuke had been willing to invest more than enough time for them to figure that out.
He was tender from last night, but he was also pretty open, too. It was easy enough to get one finger, then two inside of himself, poking around just enough to remind himself where his prostate was, and then he wiped off the excess lube on Ryousuke’s gloved cock.
“Classy,” the older man huffed, his hands lingering on his knees again.
“That’s your area of expertise,” Takumi retorted, rising to get enough clearance. At least he used his clean hand for balance on the man’s chest, gripping Ryousuke’s cock with his already-slicked hand. Ryousuke’s only reaction to his touch was a flare of his nostrils. Sitting back down was- well, at least he got a better reaction from Ryousuke then.
Sex felt really good. Like, really good. The only thing he had to compare it to was being inside Ryousuke, but somehow this felt better. He’d said as much after the second time they’d tried it that way, and Ryousuke didn’t seem to mind.
Takumi liked the thickness of him, his heat, the drag of Ryousuke inside him as he slid in and out of his body, the way it took maybe five thrusts before Ryousuke was adjusting him to aim for his prostate. His knees did buckle then, and Takumi barely caught himself with a hand on Ryousuke’s chest, moaning as that left him seated flush.
Under him, Ryousuke grunted, his fingers digging into his hips. “Can you-?”
Takumi tried to lift himself again, and it was telling that Ryousuke didn’t complain when he put both hands on his chest. He made it halfway before Ryousuke’s cock grazed his prostate and his knees dissolved into jelly again.
Ryousuke’s fingers dug in harder. “You’re always so tight-!”
Takumi could barely breathe before those fingers tightened and he landed on his back, the breath knocked out of him. Ryousuke’s hands slid from his hips to his knees, holding them up and out of the way for him to press in faster, press in more, and Takumi could only lie there and take it.
He should add Ryousuke’s frustratingly attractive cock to the list.
Takumi whined, reaching for Ryousuke with greedy fingers, and the older man let him pull him down till they were resting chest-to-chest. Ryousuke didn’t really have much room to move, not with Takumi linking his legs around his waist, but Ryousuke’s cock could grind against his prostate and his cock could grind against Ryousuke’s stomach until he was fit to burst.
“Ryousuke-san,” he gasped after an uncountable number of minutes, “I’m going to-!”
That just had the man’s fingers digging in, his weight pressing even further in until it seemed unreal that they were two separate beings instead of one. It was like they were back on Akagi again, Takumi rediscovering his love for driving in Ryousuke's white FC, the man just as in tune with him and the car as they'd careened down the mountain.
His orgasm caught him off-guard, hips tilting eagerly into Ryousuke’s as his cock spurted- thankfully not all over himself, he had a condom on, too, to help with clean-up. Takumi stared up at Ryousuke, unable to look away from his intense expression as the grip on his waist tightened and he went to town, fucking over-sensitive grunts and whimpers out of him as he chased his own orgasm.
Oh god, oh godohgodohgod, he’d never reached a high like this except on a mountain pass. Fuck Ryousuke and his ridiculously attractive cock. He didn’t realise he’d said that aloud until he heard Ryousuke start to laugh.
“...what?”
“My ridiculously attractive cock?”
Fuck that smirk on his ridiculously attractive face, too.
Ryousuke started laughing again, so Takumi reeled him in for a kiss and swallowed it down. Ryousuke pressed his full weight into him, till Takumi could feel every last shudder and shake as he came.
And still he continued to ground his softening cock in, insistent even as Takumi felt Ryousuke’s thighs tremble at the over-stimulation.
“How long do you want to keep at it? Ryousuke-san,” he groaned, slightly teasing as he trailed fingers through the man’s fringe, silky-smooth and growing long again.
Ryousuke smirked again. “How long are you going to let me? Fujiwara.”
Takumi rolled his eyes and kissed that smirk off his face. Sometimes, Ryousuke really did have better uses for his mouth than talking.