Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Aloe Vera ❯ Part three ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Shingaisha_Setsuna 
Paiyoko retailiates and fails, but not after working Masaka up
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.07.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 892 | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
Paiyoko retailiates and fails, but not after working Masaka up
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.07.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 892 | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
Aloe Vera--part three
An excerpt from the Masaka and Paiyoko backstory by Setsuna Jikan
Masaka stood outside Paiyoko's room, shaking slightly. It had been a few hours since he'd last applied the aloe vera, and while he didn't want to go in there he knew the gel would help Paiyoko heal. Which was important. But so was not screwing his badly sunburned friend into the bed just because he couldn't control his lust. That was nearly as important, but--as he sighed and moved to brush back the blanket--not nearly important enough.
"Paiyoko," he called softly, once again toeing off his shoes at the entryway and padding into the cozy room. "Paiyoko, I'm back to apply some more aloe vera. You awake?" Masaka was just brushing the thick curtains that surrounded Paiyoko's bed when a hand grabbed him. Pulling with surprising strength, the hand yanked him inside the bed, pressing him flush against a lithe hard body. Masaka opened his mouth to protest, hands scrambling to both right himself and to make sure the precious bowl of aloe vera didn't spill. He never got the chance. Fingers tangled in his hair, slamming his mouth against his attacker's, easily dominated. He moaned, letting the other one flip them on the bed, choking when a bold hand grabbed him through his pants.
"Paiyoko!" A chuckle sounded against his neck as a sinful tongue traced his jugular, biting down slowly on his throat.
"Yes?" he whispered, nipping the tip of Masaka's ear; Masaka whined, hips bucking upwards without his consent. Shakily, he braced his arm against Paiyoko's chest, pushing the imp back.
"Pai..Paiyoko, I need to apply the aloe vera," he stuttered, trying to get back to that more professional air he'd had the previous times he'd come in. Paiyoko sat back on his heels, staring at Masaka; Masaka shifted upwards, hand snaking towards the bowl to get some of the gel so he could rub it on the burned skin. His fingers just brushed the edge of the bowl when a warmth seemed to spread through his body. Dazed, he realized that he was staring up at the ceiling, Paiyoko perched on his chest, stroking and rubbing something striped and furry. Distantly, Masaka thought he heard someone whimpering and crying out but it wasn't Paiyoko cause he was just smirking--
Masaka's eyes rolled back into his head when Paiyoko deep throated him, having undone his pants while Masaka was still dazed by the stimulation to his tail. Hands buried themselves in Paiyoko's hair, weakly trying to push him down, little cries escaping his mouth; Paiyoko kept a firm grip on Masaka's tail, using the stimulation to keep Masaka too dazed to think straight. He was going to get laid this time, damnit! Slicking his fingers with the gel, Paiyoko prepped himself, whimpering as he grazed his prostate. Judging himself to be well stretched, he went to get more gel on his hand to lubricate Masaka's member.
At the first cold touch Masaka pulled himself out of his stupor, sitting up and forcibly dislodging Paiyoko. Panting, aroused, and still trying to get a hold on what was happening, Masaka sat there, staring at Paiyoko. When Paiyoko reached a hand out to touch him again Masaka flinched and drew back, arms up in a guarded position. His skin was buzzing, he couldn't get enough air, and he couldn't have Paiyoko touch him again. Things happened when Paiyoko touched him, and Masaka had to stay in control. Eyes never leaving Paiyoko's, he tried to pull his pants up; his eyes rolled back and a blush flamed across his face when his fingers grazed against his erection, a strangled moan tearing itself out of his mouth.
Paiyoko pounced.
Unable to grab Masaka's tail again, Paiyoko had to fight to keep Masaka down, resorting to cheap moves like grabbing his erection whenever he could and biting those ears. Masaka fought to get out from under Paiyoko but he couldn't, reduced to a limp body made from cries and pleas for more. Paiyoko's grip slacked a bit and suddenly he was on the floor, opposite Masaka. Masaka stood up quickly, pulling his pants back up before grabbing Paiyoko's arm, tossing him onto the bed. Despite the heavy panting, Masaka's expression was as cold a glacier as he used Paiyoko's robe to tie him to the bed, slathering on the gel on all the burns before getting up and walking away, leaving the room without a backwards glance. Paiyoko cursed until Masaka probably was too far away to hear, shifting his attention on trying to get the robe to give.
Masaka made it a ways into the complex, collapsing just inside Kashuu's dwelling. Curling up on himself, Masaka tried to calm down. He still had to go back later but for right now, he was alone. And he was very, very glad.
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AN: Woot, I am very tired. Blame San for them not having any sex yet; she chose for me to add an additional chapter. All her fault. Heh, the mental image of Paiyoko pouncing is funny. I'm tired. Oyasumi minna-san.
Sets, out!
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An excerpt from the Masaka and Paiyoko backstory by Setsuna Jikan
Masaka stood outside Paiyoko's room, shaking slightly. It had been a few hours since he'd last applied the aloe vera, and while he didn't want to go in there he knew the gel would help Paiyoko heal. Which was important. But so was not screwing his badly sunburned friend into the bed just because he couldn't control his lust. That was nearly as important, but--as he sighed and moved to brush back the blanket--not nearly important enough.
"Paiyoko," he called softly, once again toeing off his shoes at the entryway and padding into the cozy room. "Paiyoko, I'm back to apply some more aloe vera. You awake?" Masaka was just brushing the thick curtains that surrounded Paiyoko's bed when a hand grabbed him. Pulling with surprising strength, the hand yanked him inside the bed, pressing him flush against a lithe hard body. Masaka opened his mouth to protest, hands scrambling to both right himself and to make sure the precious bowl of aloe vera didn't spill. He never got the chance. Fingers tangled in his hair, slamming his mouth against his attacker's, easily dominated. He moaned, letting the other one flip them on the bed, choking when a bold hand grabbed him through his pants.
"Paiyoko!" A chuckle sounded against his neck as a sinful tongue traced his jugular, biting down slowly on his throat.
"Yes?" he whispered, nipping the tip of Masaka's ear; Masaka whined, hips bucking upwards without his consent. Shakily, he braced his arm against Paiyoko's chest, pushing the imp back.
"Pai..Paiyoko, I need to apply the aloe vera," he stuttered, trying to get back to that more professional air he'd had the previous times he'd come in. Paiyoko sat back on his heels, staring at Masaka; Masaka shifted upwards, hand snaking towards the bowl to get some of the gel so he could rub it on the burned skin. His fingers just brushed the edge of the bowl when a warmth seemed to spread through his body. Dazed, he realized that he was staring up at the ceiling, Paiyoko perched on his chest, stroking and rubbing something striped and furry. Distantly, Masaka thought he heard someone whimpering and crying out but it wasn't Paiyoko cause he was just smirking--
Masaka's eyes rolled back into his head when Paiyoko deep throated him, having undone his pants while Masaka was still dazed by the stimulation to his tail. Hands buried themselves in Paiyoko's hair, weakly trying to push him down, little cries escaping his mouth; Paiyoko kept a firm grip on Masaka's tail, using the stimulation to keep Masaka too dazed to think straight. He was going to get laid this time, damnit! Slicking his fingers with the gel, Paiyoko prepped himself, whimpering as he grazed his prostate. Judging himself to be well stretched, he went to get more gel on his hand to lubricate Masaka's member.
At the first cold touch Masaka pulled himself out of his stupor, sitting up and forcibly dislodging Paiyoko. Panting, aroused, and still trying to get a hold on what was happening, Masaka sat there, staring at Paiyoko. When Paiyoko reached a hand out to touch him again Masaka flinched and drew back, arms up in a guarded position. His skin was buzzing, he couldn't get enough air, and he couldn't have Paiyoko touch him again. Things happened when Paiyoko touched him, and Masaka had to stay in control. Eyes never leaving Paiyoko's, he tried to pull his pants up; his eyes rolled back and a blush flamed across his face when his fingers grazed against his erection, a strangled moan tearing itself out of his mouth.
Paiyoko pounced.
Unable to grab Masaka's tail again, Paiyoko had to fight to keep Masaka down, resorting to cheap moves like grabbing his erection whenever he could and biting those ears. Masaka fought to get out from under Paiyoko but he couldn't, reduced to a limp body made from cries and pleas for more. Paiyoko's grip slacked a bit and suddenly he was on the floor, opposite Masaka. Masaka stood up quickly, pulling his pants back up before grabbing Paiyoko's arm, tossing him onto the bed. Despite the heavy panting, Masaka's expression was as cold a glacier as he used Paiyoko's robe to tie him to the bed, slathering on the gel on all the burns before getting up and walking away, leaving the room without a backwards glance. Paiyoko cursed until Masaka probably was too far away to hear, shifting his attention on trying to get the robe to give.
Masaka made it a ways into the complex, collapsing just inside Kashuu's dwelling. Curling up on himself, Masaka tried to calm down. He still had to go back later but for right now, he was alone. And he was very, very glad.
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AN: Woot, I am very tired. Blame San for them not having any sex yet; she chose for me to add an additional chapter. All her fault. Heh, the mental image of Paiyoko pouncing is funny. I'm tired. Oyasumi minna-san.
Sets, out!
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