Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ A week with you ❯ Morning sex ( Chapter 3 )

Just Wait'll You See My -Oh-

Chiou's POV

 

I yawn as I finish preparing the rice and tofu I've selected for breakfast. I put it into two bowls and cut some vegetables to arrange on a small plate before putting them on the table. I take the bowls of misou soup I made from the micro wave and put them down, deciding to let them cool.

 

I put his hands on my hips, as I wonder out loud, “Why isn't Soubi up yet? He seems like he'd be much more of a morning person.” I walk into the bedroom and open the door quietly, “Soubi?” I call out.

 

“Yes?” comes the smooth voice from the bed. I turn on the light and he slightly shifts to shield his eyes.

 

“Soubi? Why aren't you out of bed yet? I thought you'd at least want to have a shower after last night.”

 

“You're thoughts are correct. But you fell asleep before I could remind you to untie me. And when I woke up you already wandered off.” Soubi replies from the bed.

 

I am still for a moment, sticking to my place at the door way, “D-did I also leave the-”

 

“Yes. You left the vibrator inside me. Luckily it turned off about 20 minutes after you fell asleep.” Soubi interrupts somewhat irritably. I'm still again before I start to laugh uncontrollably. Soubi glares, “I see nothing funny about this.”

 

I sit down on the bed behind him and lift his hips off the bed a little, still laughing. “S-Soubi I-” more laughter, “I d-don't -laughter- don't know what to -laughter- what to say.”

 

“Just apologize and untie me. I can take it out myself.” Soubi says with a scowl.

 

I smile down at he ass, separating the firm cheeks, “Aww, I wanted to take it out.” I push on the blunt end.

 

Soubi grunts and shakes he head, “Take it out, please Chiou.”

 

“Don't worry, I am.” I say through more laughter. I find it endlessly amusing that the poor boy had spent the night tied to my headboard, beneath me, with a 12-inch dildo shoved up inside him.

 

Usually when one wakes up in this sort of situation, they can't remember the night before. I touch the bottom of the appliance, easing it out of the hole slightly before I can wrap my hand around it.

 

I slowly pull it out, so as not to hurt Soubi's anus, which has gotten used to the feel of the personal space being occupied for the last several hours.

 

Soubi grunts at the feeling of the body heated phallic slid through his entrance, soothing him with the heat of it. The boy rests his hips back on the bed, sighing at the feeling of his back door being closed again.

 

I slide off him and undo the restraints around his wrists. Soubi pulls his hands to his chest reflexively, but I catch one of his hands along the way. I kiss his knuckle while I massage his hand, trying to bring back feeling into it.

 

“Come on, I'll get the shower ready.” I prompt, holding his hand.

 

Soubi stands and follows me to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and Soubi sits patiently next to the counter. I see him looking around and realize he doesn't want to get anything on my counter, like my dried come.

 

I propose, “Go ahead and sit down, I know your tired after last night.” I reach my hand under the water falling and wait for it to heat up. After a while I stand up, “It's ready.”

 

Soubi slides off the counter, “I can't thank you enough for your hospitality.”

 

I rest my hand on his rear as he walks by, “No, but you can pay me back for it.”

 

Soubi winks over his shoulder and stands under the hot water. I offer, “Feel free to use my products.” Soubi starts to chuckle, I smile, “What are you laughing about?”

 

“You called your shampoo `product'. Only gay people call it `product'.” Soubi chuckles, squeezing some rose scented shampoo into his hand.

 

“Well what do you think I am?”

 

“You're horny.”

 

I laugh at his response, “I can't argue with that.” I watch him massage the gel into his hair as I strip. I come and join him in the shower, he smiles at me, he apparently assumed I'd be joining him.

 

I start to pour a small amount of the shower gel on a loofa ball. I scrub it over his back gently.

 

I pull him closer to myself by placing a hand on his stomach. I continue to massage the suds over his skin and I come to realize his breath has become erratic. I slide some of the shampoo suds from his hair and order, “Get on your knees.”

 

Soubi sighs, “You have a one track mind Chiou.” He turns to face me and puts his hands on my hips to guide him as he slides down. I drop the loofa and run my hands into his hair, watching as the soap runs out with the water from the showerhead.

 

Soubi takes me into his mouth, sucking deeply. I moan and run my hands through his hair, pushing out more of the suds.

 

“Yes, yes, more.” I call out, lost in my pleasure.

 

The boy kneeling before me does his best to comply, deep-throating my organ and swallowing constantly to avoid the gag reflex that comes with something pushed down his throat so far.

 

I notice that Soubi's reached a hand down beneath him, with an amount of shower gel on his fingertips. I watch, as the hand nears his rear.

 

I moan as he sucks extra hard, a reflexive move after shoving the first finger in. He gives himself time to adjust, working the finger into himself multiple times, I can tell because I'm watching closely from my place towering above him.

 

Soubi spreads his opening as he pushes in two more fingers. He gasps and moans against my member, the vibrations causing me to nearly come right there. The blonde continues to work himself till he feels be about to come.

 

He suddenly stops, ignoring my pleading sigh. I open my eyes to see that he's turned around. His hands are holding onto the hot and cold knobs and his legs are spread. Soubi is looking over his shoulder, up at me with an inviting expression.

 

I get down on my knees and took his hips in my hand. Before I enter I stick a probing finger inside him to make sure he was well lubricated and stretched. Pleased with the results, I pull out my finger and thrust in my member in two strokes.

 

Soubi grunts but pushes back to meet my thrusts. With soapsuds on my hands I decide to make good use of them. I run my narrow fingers over his back massaging it gently.

 

I move down to his stomach where I work his chest with my expert hands. Stopping briefly, only to tease his nipples, I make my way down to his member.

 

I thrust in time with the hand job I give him and we come at the same time. “Soubi!” I cry out as he screams my name. Our voices are magnified in the bathroom, and it almost makes the experience seem as if it were magnified as well.

 

I lean back, with a hand on Soubi's stomach; I pull him back with me so he's fully seated on my shrinking member. After a while of recuperating from the sex I pull out of him. He groans deeply at the absence but seems to deal with it just fine.

 

I get out of the shower and quickly towel off, looking over my shoulder to tell him, “Breakfast is on the table. I'll be waiting.”

 

Soubi nodded and scrubbed the rest of the shampoo out of his hair as I left. I went to the kitchen and sat to begin eating.

 

I restrained myself and made sure I ate slowly so I wouldn't be done by the time Soubi came in. “Good morning.” Soubi sighs as he enters the room.

 

I choke on a piece of rice as I see that he's completely in the buff. “S-Soubi! You're naked!” Upon saying this I realize how stupid that sounds. Considering we were naked last night for two rounds of sex, and naked this morning for sex in the shower.

 

“Calm down Chiou-chan. Its nothing you haven't seen before.” Soubi smiles as he sits down and eyes the food, “It looks delicious.”

 

I smile, “Thank you. I haven't had any one compliment my cooking in a long time.”

 

Soubi starts eating, “Have you had anyone come over to actually eat food here any time recently?”

 

“…No.” I reply.

 

Soubi smiles, “Then that's why. You cooking tastes as good as it looks.”

 

“Soubi?”

 

“Yes Chiou-chan?” Soubi responds.

 

“Why did Ritsuka allow you to come to my house? Of all people why me? All of your masters have been protective of you in that sense.” I question.

 

Soubi pauses and answers, “Ritsuka was upset with me last night… he told me didn't want to see me again and that I should go,” he smiles slightly, “fuck myself.”

 

I pause from this and ask Soubi, “So… he doesn't want you back? Ever? Soubi, I'm so sorry.”

 

Soubi shakes his head, “He was just in a bad mood. He'll probably actually work up the courage to tell me to come back in about a week.”

 

I question, “Then… you'll stay with me for the week?”

 

“If you like.” Soubi smiles.

 

“I'd love it.” I say with a hungry grin crossing my face. I down and notice that Soubi is already done with his food. I take his bowl and put it in the sink with mine.

 

“You must have been hungry.” I state, with a small smile on my lips.

 

“I'm still hungry.” Soubi responds.

 

I look over my shoulder in shock. A guy that thin should not be able to eat very much, it just didn't make sense. But upon seeing him, sprawled on my table, I realize he's not hungry for food.

 

With a smirk on my face I strip my pants off and head over to him, walking between his legs, which are dangling off the end of the circular table. I lean forward and kiss him gently, “And you say I have a one track mind.”

 

I crawl onto the table with Soubi and kiss him deeply and enthusiastically. Soubi moans into my mouth, pulling me closer.

 

I put my hands on his sides and flip us over so he's on top.

 

Soubi stops the kiss and looks down at me from his place above, slightly confused.

 

With a smile I reach up and take a lock of his hair to pull him back down. The kiss continues again, I reach to my side and find another tube of lubricant there. Yes, I have lubricant hidden all over the house, better safe than sorry right?

 

I open up my eyes to look at the flavor. It is peanut. I toss it to the side and reach back under another cushion. I find another tube and read the label quickly; this one is strawberry ice cream.

 

“Strawberry ice cream.” I state through the kiss.

 

Soubi parts and looks over his shoulder to see what I'm looking at. An amused smile crosses his lips, “Did you pull that out from behind your ear or something?” he kisses my cheek, “Go for it.”

 

I nod and continue kissing him to take his mind off the finger that's dancing around his entrance. He gasps as the finger pushes through, but he relaxes and allows me to work the finger around.

 

After I add the second finger to his anus he moans deeply and pushes against my fingers. I prepare him gently with the two fingers then take his hips and guide them down.

 

Soubi moans as he's pushed onto my slick length. The heat is almost unbearable. Every time it is. He feels like a tight young virgin almost every time and its simply wonderful.

 

I push up into him so he's fully seated on my length. Soubi takes my hands and puts them out to the side. He puts his hands on my chest to hold me down as he pulls his tight ring up then moves it back down drawing a long gasp from me.

 

He continues to move up and down my pole, reminding me to not use my hands. Its almost unbearable, and I want to hold the body to myself. But I refrain, I can't allow myself to mess up the rhythm Soubi has set.

 

I open an eye and see that his head is thrown back in passion. I look lower and I see that his member is inflated and at a painful length. I moan, “Soubi. Soubi, t-touch.” I have to stop to breath. When I continue I see he is watching me, “Soubi, touch you-yourself.”

 

Soubi wraps his hand around his length and pumps it. His hips begin to rock faster with the added amount of pleasure on his part. I watch closely at the member, weeping its seed onto my stomach.

 

I feel myself about to come and I see his balls tightening and rising. He throws back his head and screams, “Chiou!” as I come deep within him, and he splatters his need onto my chest.

 

He leans forward onto me, grunting as my member slides out of him. We breathe heavily against each other, lost in bliss. I stroke his hair and tell him, “Soubi, I hate to do this but… I have to go to work. I'll be back in less than an hour; I'll tell my boss I'm busy for the rest of the week. He'll be okay with that though, this isn't a very busy week anyways.”

 

Soubi nods and rolls off, allowing me to go get dressed. I kiss him gently before I go, “I'll be back in an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home, okay Soubi?”

 

The blonde nods and kisses me gently, “I got it.”