Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

That was the only thought forming in Kaneki's mind as Tsukiyama continued to stare, his eyes flicking up and down Kaneki's naked body.

Kaneki had really blown it this time. He'd ruined any chance of a relationship they might have had and probably ruined their friendship, too, and now Tsukiyama would think he was a creepy stalker and—

His brain's full-on disaster mode was interrupted by a soft but distinct moan.

"Kaneki-kun…"

Kaneki glanced down and noticed the tent in Tsukiyama's pants. He watched, mesmerized, as a perfectly manicured hand began to stroke it.

"Oh, Kaneki-kun, it's even better then I imagined."

Huh? What was Tsukiyama saying? Kaneki tried to focus, but his brain was in a haze of pleasure, adrenaline, shock, and now arousal. Again. Even though he had just come, his cock twitched at the sight of Tsukiyama palming himself through his pants.

"You've been a bad boy, haven't you, Kaneki-kun?" Tsukiyama murmured, strolling to the edge of the bed. One hand cupped Kaneki's cheek while the other unfastened his pants. "Stealing my jacket and getting off to it…and now look at how hard I am because of you." He pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his erection. Kaneki gulped. It was even thicker than he'd imagined.

"Well?" asked Tsukiyama, running his thumb along Kaneki's parted lips. "Should I punish you?"

"Y-yes—"

Kaneki barely got the word out before Tsukiyama pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Their lips met, and Tsukiyama nibbled and sucked at Kaneki's mouth while stroking Kaneki's length until it was fully hard again.

"Fuck me, Tsukiyama, please. I need you in me."

Kaneki heard what sounded like swearing, probably in French again. Tsukiyama grabbed his dick and lined it up with Kaneki's' entrance. Then slowly he pushed in, more and more, until he was completely sheathed.

Kaneki moaned loudly. The dick he had fantasized about for so long was finally inside him, and the sensation was almost enough to make him orgasm.

"Oh non, non, Kaneki-kun," chastised Tsukiyama. "Bad boys don't get to come until I say so."

He placed his thumb and forefinger around the base of Kaneki's cock, stopping him from coming as he began to move.

"You're so hot and tight," Tsukiyama managed to gasp between thrusts. The sounds escaping from Kaneki's mouth were growing desperate. Tsukiyama was too thick. Kaneki needed to come. He needed to come right now.

"Shuu, p-please—"

Tsukiyama gave one more thrust and came at the sound of his name. He released Kaneki's dick as well, and come splattered on both of them.

Tsukiyama pulled out and wrapped his arms around Kaneki, snuggling up against him. For a while neither said anything, breathing heavily and enjoying the after-orgasm high.

"Well that was fun," said Tsukiyama finally, kissing Kaneki on the cheek. "But is it okay that it all happened so fast? I haven't even cooked you dinner yet."

Kaneki laughed. "Everything was perfect, Shuu. And you can cook me dinner tomorrow night."

"Mmmkay."

Kaneki nuzzled into Tsukiyama's neck.

"You didn't really take my jacket on purpose, did you?" Tsukiyama asked.

"No, you left it here by mistake."

"I thought so," said Tsukiyama. "You're too good to steal anything. Though evidently," he poked Kaneki's side, eliciting a giggle, "not too good to jack off to the smell of me."

Kaneki smiled into Tsukiyama's' neck. "I'm really glad you forgot it here."

"Oui, I am too."