Help with a Shower
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn
Pairing: Hibari/Kusakabe
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hibari joins Kusakabe in the shower. For the old kink meme.

Prompt: Hibari/Kusakabe - shower sex. Extra points for hair-washing.

http://khrmeme.livejournal.com/520.html?thread=183816#t183816

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In case you can't tell, I'm trying to fill some old requests in the Reborn kink memes. Anything with Chrome, Haru, and Kusakabe are fair game ^_^

I love Kusakabe for some reason. Maybe it's the rugged good looks, maybe it's the super-phallic hairdo or the being good with children and Hibaris. Maybe all the Kishidan videos I've been watching lately have given me a bosozoku fetish. I don't really know. Suffice to say, this is probably not the last of HibaKusa you'll see from me.

And because I can't write porn without doing research, apparently:
http://www.metacafe.com/watch/539646/japan_how_to_use_a_japanese_bathroom_how_to_shower_or_bath_jap/

Pompadour reference links to follow in another smut fic, provided I ever finish it....

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Kusakabe Tetsuya, known as Tetsu to his parents and few others, is a grown man. He doesn't need help to take a shower, and if it had been anyone else, he probably would have punched them for saying it. He may look like a greaser but he certainly isn't greasy.

But this is Kyou-san, and if Kyou-san feels the need to get in the shower with him, than he won't argue.

Tetsu sits on the stool in the shower section of his washroom. His eyes are closed as Kyouya stands in front of him and scrubs his hair, fists full of lather from the horse shampoo Tetsu uses. Kyouya doesn't speak; he just massages Tetsu's scalp, rinse, repeat. His fingers are nimble, and he works the pomade from his hair as if he had done it a million times before, instead of randomly entering the room when Tetsu was already naked and announcing, "I'll help."

Cleansed of product, Tetsu's hair hangs past his shoulders in the front, with the sides and back trimmed short. When he feels it loose and wet around his face, and Kyouya has paused for a moment, he opens his eyes. He quickly glances up to see what Kyouya is looking at, ever attentive. It would be out of line for him to look down, to confirm what he can sense more than see- that Kyouya is already half-hard.

Kyouya seems to be weighing him. Finally he says, "It doesn't suit you. You will redo your old style after we're done." His voice is a command, and Tetsu knows he will obey, just like he obeys when Kyouya tells him to close his eyes again. His hands are in his hair again, slick with conditioner. It feels good, and Tetsu doesn't bother to tell him that he's not supposed to use that much, especially near the roots. He hums a little when Kyouya rinses his hair gently, a moan of pleasure that he bites back.

"Touch me," Kyouya commands, and his eyes snap open. He thinks he misheard him, at first, but Kyouya is naked in front of him, as naked as he himself is, and there is no hiding from each other.

Kyouya's skin is warm and supple under his hands. He holds his hip with one hand, and Kyouya looks down at him with a dark, approving smirk. Tetsu strokes his cock with his other hand for a moment, then leans forward and takes him into his mouth. He covers his teeth with his lips carefully- Kyouya likes to bite, but doesn't like to be bitten. It's too much like someone stealing his trademark, Tetsu suspects. So he is careful, tongue and lips working Kyouya's erection, right hand fisted around what he can't take comfortably.

The sudden noise and feel of the shower startles him. Kyouya mutters, "Too loud." It's the only explanation, and the closest thing to an apology he'll get, so he goes back to work as the water beats on Kyouya's back. He wonders whether Kyouya meant himself when he makes a soft noise in his throat in response to Tetsu's ministrations. He is soaking wet from the shower spray and Tetsu's saliva when he pulls Tetsu away.

Tetsu finds himself on the floor on his back and Kyouya's hands all over him. This is vaguely familiar; Kyouya fucks like he fights, all surprise moves and quick hands and force and power. His hands are never gentle. The way they move over his body is propriety even when they barely touch his skin. He caresses his chest roughly, thumbnails scraping Tetsu's nipples just because he can, because he knows he doesn't particularly like it. Tetsu's most sensitive place is his neck, and Kyouya takes his time getting there.

Their hips are pressed together, and every time one of them shifts, the other moans. Tetsu loves the way Kyouya feels on top of him, the way he fits into his arms, the way he finally kisses his neck, hard, with teeth. He doesn't even care if Kyouya escalates things; the friction of their cocks against each other is almost enough.

But Kyouya pauses when Tetsu's hands brush his hipbones. He makes a small noise, the beginning of a growl. "I'm going to fuck you," he says, and grabs Tetsu's hair conditioner. His movements allow the spray of water to hit Tetsu in the face, and he sputters and smooths his hair from his eyes as a huge dollop of his conditioner is sacrificed to Kyouya's lust.

His fingers are cool and slick and Tetsu arches his hips up to let him in. Kyouya warns him more than prepares him; one, two fingers to spread the conditioner and he is between his legs. He kisses him hard and long, one hand holding a leg in the air, the other positioning himself. Tetsu exhales when Kyouya pushes in, a trick he learned to relax as a child when getting a booster shot. Kyouya was not amused when he asked why Tetsu did it, but it seems to work so he doesn't stop.

They lie there, on the floor of the washroom, for a moment. They always do. The moment when they first join is too awkward, too good, too intimate, too... something. It almost seems like Kyouya savors it this time, the way he looks down at Tetsu's face with an expression that is almost kind. Then Kyouya hikes Tetsu's legs up and thrusts, any pretense of kindness gone, and Tetsu has to scramble for purchase against the wet floor.

Kyouya pushes against his raised hips as Tetsu braces on his elbows. He moves quickly, striking his prostate when he can but not considerate enough to try on every stroke. Tetsu doesn't care. Kyouya has his cock in his fist and pumps, erratically at first but with growing rhythm. The shower noise drowns out their harsh breathing and the sound of their skin against each other. Kyouya tenses, thrusts hard, and struggles to keep stroking Tetsu through his orgasm; he may be a bit of a jerk but he's not a complete brute, to leave Tetsu on the edge. It doesn't take long before Tetsu bites back a low moan and his release splatters his stomach.

They stay like that for a moment, locked in the same awkwardly intimate feeling they share when they start. Kyouya pulls out, kisses Tetsu without teeth, and helps him to his feet. His hands are finally gentle as he washes him, as gentle as Tetsu's are on him; although Tetsu is reverent and Kyouya is claiming, the movements are similar.

After another brief kiss, Tetsu turns Kyouya away from him, facing the shower spray so it splashes his chest, and lathers his hair. He is careful not to use too much conditioner.

Omake:

The second Tetsu turns off the water, even before he can fetch a towel, Kyouya starts looking for something. He roots around in their shared hair-care products (most of them Tetsu's). He smirks triumphantly and shoves a tube into Tetsu's hands. He follows it with a jar and a comb.

Super-strength hair glue and extra-shine pomade. "Get to work," Kyouya commands, and leaves to get dressed.

Tetsu doesn't dare come out until his pompadour is in perfect, Disciplinary Committee standards.