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KIRAxMALE!READER, LEMON
+written in third person+
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Every day, he was there. Resting against the same tall oak as he admired his most recent work of art. Y/n was happy losing himself in his own world, focusing only on the piece before him. Whether it was acrylic, watercolor, or charcoal; there was something about taking a moving image and making it still that resonated with his soul. It was comforting.
Y/n would spend hours in the park in the middle of town, getting lost within his own art. Sometimes he divulged in the world around him, turning the moving figures walking dogs into still sketches on parchment. Other times he would separate himself from reality entirely, putting immense concentration into creating a face he had only seen a glimpse of in a dream.
He never talked to others around him, mind too far away to answer when someone questioned him about his practice. The people around him all but slipped his consciousness entirely when an idea popped into his mind. It was for this very reason that he was unable to feel the heavy gaze of a sharp faced blond watching him.
When he had the chance, Yoshikage Kira enjoyed visiting the park in the center of town. It was even more pleasurable when he able to get ahold of a fresh sandwich from St. Gentleman's. Kira found the atmosphere of the park light, making it the perfect place for a lunch break. It wasn't that he wanted to run away from the stiffness of his cubicle back at work, it was simply an appealing place to be.
Every time Kira visited the park, he would find himself watching Y/n work. Sometimes, he got so caught up in watching Y/n's hands glide against whatever canvas he was working on that he would forget everything else on his mind. His hunger would subside along with his urge to kill. Watching the artist's hands was like watching the soft waves crash against the pale sand of a beach.
Kira couldn't help but observe as Y/n did the same thing he did every day: draw. There was something about watching the somewhat frailly built artist that made Kira wish he knew more about the man. He wanted to know his life, his family, if he had a job or if he spent all his days making works of art. To him, it looked like Y/n was living the quiet life Kira strived so hard to reach.
The silent and charming man looked unbothered when a sketch of his on a loose paper left his side as a soft breeze blew by. Kira glanced down as the paper landed next to him. He had no reason to, but a nagging voice in his brain told him he should return it to its rightful owner. Sighing quietly, he grabbed the corner of the paper and made his was over to where Y/n was sitting.
"I believe this is yours, it blew over by me." Kira pointed to a nearby tree, the one he had been resting against a minute ago.
"Ah!" Y/n's eyes went wide. "I'm so sorry, thank you for grabbing it!"
Kira was surprised by the silkiness of the man's voice, heart skipping a beat upon hearing it.
"It's not a problem at all." The blond handed over the sketch. Y/n's fingers grazed against Kira's as he accepted it.
A light blush came over the businessman as his eyes wandered to the smooth skin of Y/n's hand. They looked relatively soft to belong to an artist, no calloused fingers from holding pencils too hard. His touch was a bit cold, most likely because he had just finished wiping away the charcoal stains with a wet cloth.
"Say, you're here quite often. Would I be able to get your name?"
"Y/n! And you are?"
"Yoshikage Kira. I live in the northeast section of Morioh if you ever wanted to maybe stop by?" Kira offered with a somewhat teasing smirk, one that was enough to fluster Y/n. He looked down at his watch before giving Y/n the chance to answer, announcing he had to get back to work but would love to have a genuine conversation with the artist sometime.
The next days after their encounter, neither men visited the park. Kira, because he didn't have the time. Y/n, because whenever he sat in his usual place the only picture that popped into his mind was Kira's face. He was unable to see anything else behind his closed eyelids. Kira was in everything he drew after that. A small figure walking along the side of a river, a man and his dog, even just a full out portrait of his unforgettable features. Y/n wasn't sure if his offer was genuine, but decided it would be worth a shot to look him up in the phone book anyways.
After a bit of searching he found Kira's phone number and home address. He wasn't sure if he should call first, but he figured it would be more polite that way. Kira didn't answer, so Y/n simply left a message figuring he might not have picked up because it was a foreign number. Once his message was left, Y/n dressed himself in casual but nice looking clothing and started the trek to Kira's house.
Y/n was a bit surprised when he was welcomed with open arms to the Kira residence. It wouldn't be an understatement to say that Kira was overjoyed to get his message. Y/n removed his shoes before entering the living room, still feeling shy and a bit anxious having come to a strangers home on a whim.
"I wasn't really sure if you meant it when you invited me over," he chuckled nervously.
"Nonsense! Your art is so beautiful and I see you at the park drawing so often that it almost feels like we're friends that haven't seen each other for awhile." Kira's eyes drifted down to Y/n's hands which were playing with the hem of his shirt nervously. "Sorry if I'm being a bit overbearing, feel free to tell me if I'm being too much."
"N-no! I just don't talk to people very often and I'm not really used to being showered with compliments."
"I see. Well, I have dinner cooking if you'd like to stay for a meal."
"Sure, that sounds nice."
Y/n's tension gradually disappeared over the course of dinner as well as few shots of sake. Him and Kira hiccuped gleefully as they shared embarrassing stories from their childhood. Over the hours they had gradually moved closer to each other until their shoulders were squished together. Y/n laid his head against Kira's shoulder as he laughed at his somewhat blurry vision. Kira's laughter had quieted down by now, his mind focused on Y/n's hand that at some point during the night had rested itself atop Kira's thigh.
"Your hands are so beautiful," Kira's breathy voice made the hair on the back of Y/n's neck stand up.
"Really?" He removed his hand from Kira's thigh and held it up, leaving a sudden coldness on the blond's leg. "They look like any other hand to me."
Kira reached out and grabbed Y/n's fingers, pulling his hand close to his face and placing a soft kiss against his knuckles. He trailed the kisses up Y/n's arm, hovering over the pure skin of his neck for a moment.
"May I?"
Y/n swallowed harshly, nodding his head up and down. He could feel Kira's smile as his mouth met the sensitive spot on his neck. A quiet moan escaped his lips as Kira sucked at the delicate skin, not caring if he left a mark or not. Kira continued to move his lips upwards until they met with Y/n's. The two locked in a passionate kiss, Y/n eventually pulling Kira on top of him as he rested his back against the ground. In their drunken frenzy, neither of them were able to comprehend their actions until they were both naked. Each had a pleasurable hold on the other's cock, pumping slowly.
Kira looked around the room, reaching into a drawer and conveniently pulling out a bottle of lube. He squeezed some of it onto his fingers, tracing them around Y/n's hole. The h/c haired man's breath hitched as Kira inserted a finger, and then two. He moved them slowly, not wanting to hurt the squirming man below him. As Y/n's insides loosened up he began to scissor his fingers, stretching out the inside of his walls.
Shocks of pleasure crashed through Y/n's body when Kira hit his prostate. The blond withdrew his fingers, leaving a chilling emptiness in Y/n's rear that was quickly filled with the warmth of a foreign cock.
Kira was gentle at first, pushing in and out slowly to give Y/n enough time to adjust. He started to pick up pace when Y/n reached up to cup his face, one of his thumbs entering Kira's mouth. The wetness of Kira's tongue swirling around his finger sent shivers running up Y/n's arm, but he loved it nonetheless. Kira's dick started to twitch and throb within Y/n's asshole as he came close to finishing.
The room was filled with hot groans and heavy pants as Y/n reached his climax before the man above him. His own seed poured onto his stomach and dripped over onto the floor. Soon after Kira reached his high, cumming inside Y/n and filling his insides with a gooey heat. He collapsed atop the slightly smaller form beneath him, barely holding his body weight up on his forearms.
"You..." Kira gasped out. "Look like a piece of art right now."
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I've never written anything like this before so I hope it's okay! I'm sure there's a lot I don't know when it comes to MxM stuff, so feel free to educate me so I can improve my future writings. I hope this is still enjoyable for the time being :)
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