Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digital Love ❯ Nervous Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

Yamato watched his father and his brother as they packed up the last of their things, and were preparing to leave: each of them were leaving town for a while, separately, but they'd be leaving home together, since Takeru had spent the night. Takeru and Hikari were leaving for China for a week going on some school trip or another, something about flowers if Yama remembered correctly: and while his little brother didn't like flowers overly much, he did like Hikari, and Hikari liked flowers. So, in a sort of roundabout way, one could say that Takeru did like flowers, to some extent, since they were valued by someone valued by himself: it was common knowledge that the two were in love, and since Daisuke and Ken had gotten together, they'd been very public. Not so public that you'd see them bumping and grinding in the school hallways, but romantically public, Yama would've guessed it would have been called, not hiding their affections for one another anymore. "So how long are you going to be gone, like should I have someone over to spend a few days, or will you be back in a couple days?" It was a fairly valid question to be asking, he needed to know if he would get lonely with no family members in town other than his mother (who wasn't the sort you generally hung out with for enjoyment), and if they'd be out of town, he'd need to know. Takeru was the first to answer, commenting on that it was just like a seven-day excursion into the Chinese countryside and they would be looking through various florist's shops and across fields where flowers grew in massive numbers, both cultivated and wild. His father, of course, did not answer right away, thinking over how long he expected to be away, although his boss had informed him it would probably be approximately a two-week business trip, the boss always over-estimated things.

"About ten days, I guess," his father said, while contemplating to himself how long it would be after he was gone before his son called the person that everyone in the entire area knew he was serious about his interests in, and it wasn't Sora. Even Sora knew, it wasn't her that held his interest, in spite of that Yamato and Taichi both were seeking her romantic attention, she knew that it was just a cover for both of them, until they came to realize the other's truth. "You're welcome to have over the brother of your brother's girlfriend, if you like," he offered his son, being as discreet as he could without blatantly calling the stated brother of Hikari by name, not wanting it to be clear he knew. Everyone knew about it, though: Yamato was desperately in love with Taichi, and Taichi was desperately in love with Yama, but what nobody could quite figure out was what was taking them so long to figure it out. To a handful of them, and some parents included, they honestly though that one, the other, or both of the boys were completely blind to what was sitting, as far as anyone else could tell, right in front of their faces. Yama seemed quite pleased by the duration of his father's absence, albeit he blinked at what his father stated next, not really positive about how to take that. As was typical of him, he took about two or three total minutes of thinking about what his father could've meant, but coming up with nothing, before giving a response that was anymore than the aforementioned blinking. He didn't know what his father was like to be getting at, so he decided that if he just played it cool and didn't seem all that concerned about the person he'd invite to stay over a few days, his father and brother would remain in the dark.

"Whatever, I'll probably call Kou as soon as you two leave and arrange for him to come over this evening and bring some pizza with him," he shrugged his shoulders in response, playing off on his best casual, disinterested expression while shoulders shifted position. Of course, neither his brother nor his father were buying it, although Keru decided he would call around and make sure everyone but Tai conveniently had plans, and when he left, he got on his cell phone as soon as he and his dad were in the car. Yamato got up and locked the door behind them after they had left, then went to get find some food, since it was early afternoon and he was rather hungry, as was usual for the blond musician, and it was easy to see why he and Tai got along. After they'd gotten over their differences during their first adventure in the digital world, they'd quickly become more than just friends, they'd become very close to one another and became best friends almost as quickly as they'd initially become rivals. It was little difficulty for him to understand why he'd found himself falling in love with the brunette, even if he'd always have the doubt in his mind as far as he could tell, that would convince him Tai could never feel the same way. After about two hours of looking for something to do and coming up with nothing at all, save for watching boring television shows and eating (and after a while, he got tired of eating), he gave up on the being alone thing, and grabbed the telephone. First call was, as he'd stated it would be, made to Koushirou, who picked up the phone, "Hey, Kou - my brother and my father are out of town, would you like to come over, we could have some pizza and talk. It's been a long time since we've just had the night to ourselves to sit, talk, and do some catching up: I hear you've got your eye on someone, maybe I could offer some help hooking you two up, if you like?"

"That's all right, but thanks for the offer, I've actually got a study date with Sora tonight, she's been having trouble with her algebra, as I'm sure she's told you, and she wanted me to help her go over her homework with her, and give her some tutoring." Then Sora's voice could be heard off deep in the background, as if calling from outside, and then Koushirou's voice returned to the telephone, "Have to go now, she's here, and I'd rather not keep her waiting, her grades are important to her, talk to you later." Then the soft click of the telephone as Koushirou hung up to go help Sora with her homework, seemed as if the redhead was busy with something else that had been planned before Yama had been able to get to him. Jyou and Mimi were a couple now, which had resulted in her beginning to actually attend a college and think about a serious future, and so he couldn't really call either one of them, and outside their time together, Mimi was a long-distance call. Not to mention that he'd rather not become a nuisance in the midst of their time studying, and moreover they were probably having a study date in the digital world, and hanging out with Palmon and Gomamon on top of that. Hard to imagine that the two of them only finally ended up getting together because their Digimon had set it up that they'd end up getting together, and it was about time, they always seemed to have made an adorable couple, least so far as Yama could tell. He didn't particularly want to seem desperate, so calling Iori and Miyako was out of the question, and last he heard, Ken was taking Daisuke out to dinner and trying to teach him at least some things about being well-mannered in public. A daunting task, so Yamato didn't really want to interrupt that and so make it anymore difficult then it was for the indigo-haired youth who'd come a long way in the last few months since the second adventure had begun and ended.

Almost before realizing which numbers he'd tapped, he'd dialed Taichi's number, one that he had memorized thoroughly, and it was already ringing by the time he realized who he'd called, and for a moment he thought about hanging up. He decided that if Taichi did not answer by the third ring, he was going to just hang up, but the third ring came and went, and the brunette answered on the fourth, "Hello?" Tai had been in the shower, so he had to get out of the shower and cross the floor, barren of all clothes and dripping wet, being the only one home since his parents had went to dinner, and when he heard Yamato's voice, cheeks tinted to amethyst. "Oh, hello, Yama - no, no I'm not busy, I was just finishing up showering," a question interjected by the blond on the other end of the line, "yeah, I'm not wearing anything right now, I just need to dry off and get dressed," another question interjected. A blink, and he smiled happily, nodding to himself, "Sure, I'll come up as soon as I'm dry and have some clothes on, I'm sure you wouldn't want me appearing on your doorstep naked or anything." He hung up the phone, blushing a bit in response, he'd love to show up on Yamato's doorstep, naked, in spite of how aroused it had gotten him to speak to the boy while not really wearing anything, but he went into the bathroom again, and started drying off. As soon as that was done, he went into his bedroom to find something to wear while he was cultivating that carefully developed hairstyle of his that he'd had for a good while now, and unless something major changed, he'd probably have it forever. He knew how he felt about Yamato, being aware and accepting his own feelings had never been the problem for him in his love for Yamato: the problem that had always stricken him was the inability to take the risk in that the blond may not feel the same way.

He knew that the blond acted somewhat funny around him at his soccer games, anytime Yama even bothered to attend them: Taichi never missed one of Yama's band performances, although he was always in the back, so that the blond couldn't see him. Ironically, the blond was always at the soccer games, merely concealed behind some or another bleacher, so that the brunette would not know that it had been him who's eyes he felt upon him, the only time Yama came openly was when he was with at least a couple friends. Anytime that had happened, Taichi noticed that Yama behaved strangely around him, while he was in his soccer uniform, so he hoped that it was a good kind of funny behavior, since he had spent the money to buy a spare one. Soon enough, he was dressed, and jogging lightly up those two levels of stairs separating the floor his family's apartment was on and the one where Yamato lived with his father, although his father was out of town, for the next few days, according to Yama. He gave a light knock on the door, and waited anxiously to see the blond boy, it was undeniable that he had just fallen in love with the blond somewhere down the line, shortly after their feuding had been replaced by friendship. Honestly, Taichi couldn't think anymore of why they had ever squabbled to begin with, it seemed like it was always some petty difference of opinion or silly disagreement that had gotten the two tumbling down one of countless digital hillsides. For his part, Yamato was equally as nervous over spending a few days alone with Tai, worried that he might do something he would regret later and just ruin his friendship with the brunette, but he pushed it out of his mind when he heard the knocking on the door. He got up off the couch where he'd been waiting (only for maybe five minutes since he had finished his conversation with the brunette) and went over to the door, opening it, and simply staring at the brunette, before blushing slightly, "Oh, sorry: come on in."

He didn't know why Taichi had gotten dressed up in a soccer uniform, but he wasn't about to question it either, our lovely musician had a thing for athletes, and this one in particular, so he was not about to throw away a chance to enjoy the boy's beauty privately. Taichi was about five feet and seven inches in height, which was around what Yama was, and Tai was wearing a white short-sleeve shirt of some smooth fabric, with a sharply contrasting black 1 on the back in large print, with in much smaller print, Yagami above it. He was wearing a pair of shorts that were checked between white, and a sort of silver-white that was barely discernible from white, and rounding off the appearance were knee-high socks but no cleats, since that would've been a bit bulky. Once Taichi's ever-so-elegant movement had brought him inside the blond's apartment, Yama shut the door and locked it, so nobody could come in without knocking first, he didn't want them to be interrupted, after all. They never really spent that much time together anymore, and the blond was beginning to regret not calling the brunette more and more often, especially since it was only because he didn't want the brunette figuring out how he felt. It was a silly reason, but it was one that had held him back for such a long time now, and he resolved that that would no longer be the case, and that he'd work to correct his reluctance to call Tai whenever he found himself lonely. "So, we can order pizza, if you'd like, unless there's something you've already got in mind that you'd like to do tonight, I really appreciate you agreeing to spend a few days here with me though, I'd get really lonely with nobody here to talk to." Tai just gave a sweet smile over his shoulder, he was so happy that the blond had called him to whittle the time away with him for the next few days or so, he didn't really question if he had been the boy's first choice.

"Oh, that's all right, I'll do whatever you want," then a light amethyst blush tinted his cheeks, as he realized that that could have sounded a little bit naughtier than he had initially intended, gracing though that Yama had been looking the other way, and did not see the blush. Soon it was ended, so by the time the blond looked at him questioningly, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders a little bit, prior to looking around, "I mean, if there's something you had planned, I'm up for it. I didn't really think of anything on my way up, except getting here as fast as I could: I hate the thought of you being all alone, with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. You deserve to always have someone there for you," he may have gone a bit too far and ruffled the blond's feathers, so to speak, with that commentary, but if he did so, the other boy showed no sign of it. The blond looked at him for a moment, trying to think of what it could be that the brunette had intended by that comment, it was somewhat strange that he'd made a comment like that, he didn't recall Tai ever saying something like that in the past. He shrugged it off, as soon as the brunette continued looking around and showed no signs of having any deeper meaning in what he was saying, and rather seemed content to wait until Yama came up with something for the two of them to do. Taichi went over and set down on the tabletop, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back to prop himself upon his palms, and turned his attention towards the blond boy, perhaps a bit more affection in his eyes than he would've liked to reveal. The blond boy was mulling over some things they could do to pass the time and enjoy one another's company when he turned around, and he blushed slightly looking into the boy's eyes, then started walking over towards him.

When it seemed the blond wanted something to lean up against, Tai parted his legs and left an opening between them for the boy to lean against, although he didn't realize how much innuendo that could lead to the blond seeing, albeit graciously the blond didn't seem to notice. Yama leaned up gently against the edge of the table and rest one hand on either of the brunette's knees, and he stood close to him, although the brunette did not object to the sudden proximity, but rather simply gave a light blush of amethystine tone. "Tai, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you, and I hope this won't affect our friendship, if you don't feel the same way," Yama began, a little nervous but not showing it, he'd lived with these feelings for so long, he couldn't bare to live with them anymore. Maybe he had misinterpreted Taichi's behavior, and maybe the brunette wasn't attracted to him and certainly hadn't been playing coy or coming onto him, and had just been playing around and not meant anything by it. Then again, by the gentle tinting of the brunette's cheeks but the lack of withdrawing at the proximity of the blond, he hoped he was right in assuming Taichi really liked him, in some way more deep and a bit more meaningful than just friendship. Rather, he hoped that the brunette not only liked him, but also rather cared for as deeply and uniquely as he cared for the darker-haired teen, to whom he found he had drawn quite close, his hands no longer on the boy's knees. His hands had moved to the tabletop, on either side of the boy's hips, their bodies touching in only the slightest fashion from their waistlines up to their shoulders, their faces scant inches apart, causing the darker one's blush to deepen a little bit. "I've had feelings for you, for a long time, Taichi, and I just don't feel right hiding from you anymore, I need to know how you feel for me, because," he paused, cheeks turning a pale shade of rosy pink, "well it's just, I um… I love you, Tai."

The brunette blushed as the boy had gotten closer and closer, until the boy had found himself pressed almost bodily against the blond, at the blond's interest no less, but the boy sounded serious and sober, so he knew he hadn't been drinking. He listened to what the boy was saying, about feelings that he had inside, but when the confession had come, he nearly lost his control over the palms that were supporting him and almost fell flat on the table's surface from shock. This had to be a dream, it wasn't possible that the blond really did love him, he would have noticed the boy behaving like he was in love with him, he was sure of it, although thinking back, he remembered his sister saying meaningfully to him one night, love's blind. There was a shadow of silence, the brevity of a moment passed soundlessly in the apartment, brown eyes fixed upon blue in nervous stillness, and he felt the sudden urge to check what the boy was saying, to test the waters, so to speak. The distance between them was miniscule, and so much so that it could be closed in a heartbeat, and so it was, as the brunette pressed lightly tanned lips against the pallor of the blond boy's lips, holding for merely a moment, before pulling back. He had not pulled away in disgust, as Tai had so often imagined he would should ever their two lips meet with one another in any way than one giving the other mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, he hadn't struck him, or called him names, "Yama." His reply began with a sound of nervousness, the brunette was less than the blond in dominance anymore, not so much because he didn't like being in control, but because he learned that as long as he got what he wanted, being in charge didn't matter so much. The blond had a hopeful expression on his face, as he stared into the other boy's darker eyes, and since he'd returned his kiss, Tai decided to follow suit, "Yama, I'm sorry I never told you before, but I love you so much."

The blond leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against the brunette's, and for the first time, they finally let themselves kiss each other, as they had always wanted to, with no fear of rejection nor concerns of persecution. The blond let his tongue slip down from his lips and through the brunette's, to touch upon the other's tongue, savoring the sweet taste of their innocence intertwining, knowing that no matter what came their way, it would always be something they could handle. Together, they could handle anything, as far as either of them were concerned, there was nothing too big for them to handle as a couple, and with clear roles being defined here; there was no threat of inner turmoil. Tai had long since given up his desire to be in charge of everything, finding things he could get without dominance, were things he'd never get if he were always being in charge of things. Similarly, Yama had always had a desire to prove to the brunette that things could work out just fine with him in charge, and this was a wonderful opportunity that the brunette's newfound breeziness was presenting him with. Taichi went ahead with winding one arm up around the blond's body, then the other, until Yama was fully holding the weight of the brunette's upper body as they kissed one another, more deeply and with much more passion than either had thought possible. They had bottled up their love for so long that now with it at last, all that pent-up passion, bubbling to the surface, it was no doubt that the next few days would be a sort of heaven for either of them, at least until Keru and Kari returned. Yamato lowered gently, slowly, one arm bending as the other lifted to wrap around the brunette affectionately, possessively, until he lay the other boy's body against the table top, slender arms binding him with love.

Their first kiss lasted many moments, until the blond pulled up gently from it and stared down into those beautiful brown eyes of the boy below him, and he slipped backwards off the tabletop and in turn off the boy, wrapped arms around them both pulling him up, too. Yama gently released his arms, shifting to hold the brunette in his hands, between them, palms gently gripping the brunette's arms, and a light nod was made towards the couch, and then Tai nodded, releasing from Yama so they could walk over to the couch. Yama set down first, and then the brunette lay down across him, with his head on a pillow and his shoulders and neck on the blond's lap, and he looked up at the blond lovingly, with open affection for the first time, as sleek pale fingers caressed his face. It would take some getting used to, this wonderful new relationship each had found with the other, but it was one they would never be willing to hide ever again, no matter who was around, they would always act upon their love, each had in their mind decided. Tai had his hands folded beneath his head between the back of his head and the cushion over the armrest of the couch, and he stared up into the beautiful crystal-blue rings of his love, and couldn't imagine a life any different from this ever again. Perhaps now was the time for them to be able to talk in earnest about their feelings, and to lay everything out upon the table for one another, so there would be no secrets between them, as their love was the only secret they'd ever had. "Before we ever met, I had a dream, about a boy who was beautiful and kind, and I fell in love with that boy, that boy in my dream, he was everything I could've ever wanted to spend my life with. I was just a kid then but I knew what I wanted in a person, especially one I'd be so close with: when I met you, you were a dream come true - you were the boy in my dream, Yama," he turned loving eyes up onto the blond.

Yamato blushed at what was related to him, he'd never known that the brunette had been in love with him, let alone how long even though now he'd begun to wonder, since their mutual moment of confession, but now he knew, even if he wasn't sure he understood. It was then that he came to the decision, though, that he felt it only right and proper to let the brunette know how long he'd felt how he had felt, and how deep ran the river of his love, as it were, perhaps he'd write a song for Tai. "When I first met you, I couldn't understand why I could never stop thinking about you, whether I was awake or sleeping, you were always in my mind, in my dreams. Even though we were young then, kids really, I wanted you, even though I couldn't figure out how I wanted you, I knew that I wanted you, and that it was important that you be mine. I think I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, but it took me at least a couple of years to fully figure out what the feeling was, and then a few more months to accept it for what it was, doubting you'd ever love me." All the while that he was speaking, soft fingertips were caressing along the boy's face, slipping down across one cheek over delicate-feeling cheekbone, down the smooth curve of youthful nose, over satin lips his own had been pressed against not so long ago. He turned his eyes down then, looking into the loving brown circles of the brunette's eyes, and he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against the other's, ignoring any other feelings in the rest of his body, for the moment at least if not for the entire evening. He couldn't fathom a life wherein the boy in his lap would not play some massive part in his future, their future really, since he would never let himself be separated from the brunette again any further than they needed to be.

Taichi returned the kiss instantly, hardly waiting for it to begin before he let his lips press up against the blond's, and let his tongue free to play with that of the other boy in a different position but in the same fashion as they had on the tabletop. He felt strangely whole, tonight, ever since the instant on the tabletop where the confessions had been made; there was a unique feeling of completeness, that had prior been wont to making the brunette feel somehow empty and unfinished. He pulled back just a bit, back and down a slight gap, to leave the smallest conceivable gap between their lips, and whispered lovingly, eyes dancing between blue eyes and rosy lips, before raising up again and licking Yama's lips. As soon as they had parted again, he resumed his kiss after taking a moment to breathe and relish in what was going on, not caring to be separated even by so little as inches from the blond for particularly long, or even, any longer than was absolutely necessary. It just felt so absolutely right to be kissing the boy, each of them felt there was something meant to be about their love, about their affection for one another, about everything they had experienced that had brought them to this point of completion. It was like a painting, their lives and love intertwining, with every brush stroke, important yet singular, each was defined, meticulously, for years before their meeting or knowing one of the other, and then it began to twine them, the artist's paintbrush. Strokes would be made that bound the two together in a way that was inexplicable and yet undeniable, and as the artist painted, the story of their lives unfolded over the years with careful craftsmanship, until the painting was complete, and in love they were at last complete. Their union brought both a feeling of completeness they couldn't readily place right off the bat, but it came to them in it's due that in finding their love with the other, it had finished the last of the emptiness in them, and brought them to be finally finished.

Yama finally pulled gently up again from the kiss, and stared down into brown eyes full of the sweet nectar of their eternity, of their love, and he felt and heard the churn of hunger from both, and a kiss was placed affectionately upon tanned bars. "Perhaps we should have something to eat, then go to my bedroom to continue," to whence the brunette nodded gently, liking the sound of that, though he liked the sound of anything that meant he'd get more food and more love. It was the perfect proposal: food and love, two things very important to Tai. Especially when the love was coming from someone with blond hair, blue eyes, and who's younger brother happened to be dating the brunette's younger sister, whom he doubted they were as innocent as he and Yamato, entirely. He sat up, and looked over his shoulder affectionately towards his blond beloved, who proceeded to get up and go to the phone, to order them a pizza: since they both had the same taste, as one of their things in common, it was never going to be a problem. Within about twenty minutes, the blond was answering the door and giving the delivery boy ten dollars, five of his own as well as five of the brunette's, who had insisted on paying his own way and not letting the blond have to pay for the whole thing. As soon as they had finished their pepperoni-and-sausage pizza, Yama went back into the bedroom to get it ready for them, while Taichi stayed out in the kitchen to handle doing the dishes they'd used for dinner. Tai was really glad he had left his parents a note, saying he was going to be spending a week with Yamato and wouldn't be home, until Kari and Keru returned from their trip to China, at any rate.

As soon as he was done drying his hands, he wandered idly down the hall that led to Yama's room, where the door was slightly cracked open (whereas the other door was open and the room made recently clean). Tai knocked lightly, to make sure that everything was ready, he didn't want to spoil it if Yama was trying to do something to cause tonight to be especially extraordinary for the two of them, and their first time doing anything sensual together. "Come on in," Yama beckoned from the other side of the door, somewhere in his bedroom, and the brunette pushed the door open gently, gasping softly as he looked around, the room was suddenly amazing to be in. He'd been in the blond's room prior to this, but in all those past occasions he'd been in the blond's room for some reason or another, the room hadn't ever had such a romantic look to it, and certainly had never looked so inviting. There was that soft glow of candlelight all over the room, coming from all the candles he'd set out all over the place, on every shelf, along the dressers and his desk, and especially big bright ones on the night-stand beside his bed. That one being especially large, to the point that it had six wicks in a circle around another one in the middle, which rose up a bit above the rest, and grooves along the sides so excess wax would not drown the lower lights, but would rather drain further down. Yama's body was no exception and it as well as bathed in all it's bare beauty to the brown eyes of the new arrival, who closed and locked the door subconsciously, eyes never leaving the blond's perfect physique. He felt it was unnecessary for his love to tell him to do so, he didn't need to be told, and he pulled off the shirt and let it flutter onto the otherwise barren floor, soon followed by his shorts and the white boxers underneath.

Yama had gone to a lot of trouble making the room full with the air of romance and love, and it seemed obvious that he wanted this to be a very special experience for the brunette, wanting to make certain the boy would never regret tonight, or submitting to him. When Tai, eyes still on those crystal blue rings of his love, went to remove his socks, Yama raised his hand and shook his head, and Tai gave a soft blink, but nodded realizing that the other wished him to keep his socks on. When Yama's hand made the motion for him to come, the brunette came over to the bedside and lay himself down on the bed, on his back beside the other, and head turned to look at him lovingly, this was the happiest night Tai could remember. From the looks of the room and the way Yamato prepared it, it was going to only get happier as the night proceeded, and with the brunette being as much of a hopeless romantic as he kind of happened to be, it was important the first time be extra special. It had to reflect the deeper-lying reasons for their relationship even existing, and that reason would be ever present throughout their union, and for that reason it was important that their first experience, be this way. The blond rolled himself up on top of his dark-haired love, and smiled down into those beautiful brown eyes, leaning down and giving a soft kiss to perfect lips, letting his body press entirely up against the brunette's. Then the blond began to slide his body down along the brunette's, trailing kisses down his soft flesh, and Tai couldn't imagine Yama was about to do what it looked like he was about to do. Perhaps it was to let Tai know that if he was ever in need, Yama was there for his pleasure and that the blond's pleasure wasn't the only that was important to him, and that if the brunette needed it Yama would always provide it.

When he felt his length penetrating the blond's mouth as Yama pushed himself down upon it, he gasped and whimpered in pleasure, fingers grasping the bed's covers and drawing them together in a single place to either side, it felt so absolutely wonderful. He had never experienced anything like this, as he had saved himself so that his first time could be either with Yamato, or with nobody at all, and he was willing to chance that that meant being a lifelong virgin, should the blond not have wanted him. It may have been a big risk to take, swearing to himself as such, but it was one that he was willing to live with, and it had paid off better than he'd expected, really, in that they were together now and it'd been almost easy, after all these years. He could feel Yama's tongue moving slowly in circles around his hard teen cock, and his soft lips moving up and down on it as he bobbed his head slowly but firmly, drawing along the length of the taut, satiny skin of the brunette's aroused boyhood. The blond boy was giving a low moan that sent tender vibration throughout the length of it as it entered and left his mouth only to enter again and continue the in-and-out cycle, causing the brunette to enjoy even greater pleasure, and pleasure directly linked to the other virgin. Well, they weren't really virgins anymore, but they were virgins when they'd first entered the room, and had remained so for at least a few minutes even then, prior to this heavenly new development that had come along. His hands continued to clench, release, in a repeating cycle against the bed's covers on whence he was laying, as the blond gave him the best attention he could attest to having ever gotten from anyone who said they loved him. He could feel his hard, seven-inch rod beginning to pulse softly in Yamato's mouth, and neither were so innocent as to not know what that indicated, but Yama didn't stop, until he tasted Tai's sweet nectar on his tongue, and when the brunette was done, the blond swallowed it all.

Yama pulled gently off of the brunette's length, having thoroughly enjoyed himself, especially knowing how much Tai had loved the feeling and it was obvious he had, with all the moaning (soft or not, Yama was close enough to hear it). He smiled as he watched his love, up the length of tanned flesh of his stomach and chest, taut and smooth as silk, then he pulled himself gently up, licking his lips and getting his mouth entirely cleansed of the taste of the boy, which he greatly enjoyed. When they were one on top of the other, although with Taichi's boyhood no longer erect, they kissed for a moment, and then the brunette pulled down and away gently, "My turn?" This inquiry made while his hand slipped between them, and fingers coiled around Yamato's erect length, which was a small bit longer than his own at a solid eight inches of teen meat, but about the same thickness. Tai was certain he'd have no big trouble with taking it, just as his love had done, and when the blond rolled over to lay on his back, and spread his legs apart to give the brunette plenty of room to be comfortable, Tai rolled on top of Yama. He then proceeded to do as the blond had done, slipping his body down across the blond's, kissing it as he went, until he pressed his lips to the tip of the other's erect meat, and then opening his mouth, slow but steady, working his way down on it. As soon as he had as much in his mouth as he could take, he'd begin to lift up again, until the tip was all that was in his mouth, before he began to go down again, and began a cycle of up-and-down movement on the blond's length. The pace would increase, slowly but it would gather speed, steadily increasing the rate of his head's up-and-down movement, doing his best to bring that same pleasure to his love as the blond had just given him so generously.

The brunette could feel the blond writhing in pleasure, ever so slightly, refraining from casual instinct to do something which would, really, probably distract Taichi from what he was doing, and he found it endearing that the boy didn't want to bother him. He continued nursing upon it affectionately and moving his head up and down as quickly as possible, taking it as far into his mouth and through his lips as he could every time he went down, although sometimes he tried to go down further. Each time, it hit the back of his throat and he lifted off to prevent himself from gagging and ruining the moment for the blond, and he moaned softly around the other's hard meat as he felt it beginning to pulse in his mouth. He began to wonder whether it would taste good or bad, the blond had swallowed all of Tai's load without question and without comment upon how it tasted to him, so there was no way to know if it was a taste he'd initially dislike or would enjoy. He was certain it would be something of a taste of the sort that one would acquire over time, and especially if it was a taste they were given samples of on a regular basis, but he found that sucking on Yamato's cock was pleasant enough. In fact, he found that he was very much enjoying the feeling of having the blond's meat in his mouth, it tasted rather good to him, better than he had expected that it would feel or taste, his teammates always said it wasn't so great. Yamato had evidenced a full regard for the brunette's desire for things to be more than just quite sexual, and he'd shown that if Taichi wanted something sensual and romantic, he was willing to go the extra mile to give it to him. Tonight their relationship's foundation was being built, and clear roles in the relationship were being defined, complimented by the love between the two teenage boys.

It was perhaps an instance of good timing, but Taichi's attempts to deepthroat were finally not in vain, as he managed to dive down all the way, pressing a soft and sensual kiss against the base of his love's cock, and it began pulsing hard in his mouth and throat. When it began to pulse harder than it'd been before, the blond put his hands on the back of the boy's head instinctively, holding it there with a bit of forcefulness, not that the brunette had any intention of lifting his head. He moaned softly upon it as he felt it spraying the blond's seed into his throat, swallowing every now and again to bring the load down into his stomach, that which didn't roll easily down on it's own at least. Not to mention that the soft moaning was inciting a larger than normal load to come from the boy's cock, and the swallowing was massaging the portion of Yama's length buried therein, making it all the more pleasant. When he'd finally spent his experience and had nothing left to give, Tai drew up gently off the length once hands were removed to permit him to do so, and he drew out the last drops of the boy's seed onto his tongue, and swallowed it with an affectionate smile. It didn't taste that great, but it wasn't a horrible taste, just a sort of taste he'd need to get used to before that smile would be utterly in earnest, and there'd be no doubt whatsoever that he loved the taste of it, then. When he had finished playing with the boy's still just a little erect length, thus so only because it hadn't had the opportunity to relax yet, he'd cleaned it off completely, and then gone about licking it up and down the length. When he felt the sweet, warm touch of his love under his arms, however, he made no resistance to being tugged gently away from the shrinking sex of his love and drawn up into Yama's arms, where he'd nestle for the night, and drift into slumber with his beautiful boyfriend.