Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Aloe Vera ❯ Part five ( Chapter 5 )

Aloe Vera--part five
An excerpt from the Masaka and Paiyoko backstory by Setsuna Jikan

Paiyoko was lying on his bed, yet again waiting for Masaka to come back in. His burns were screaming but he didn't care about that; he wanted Masaka, and he was going to get him this time. If not, well, there were always others in the camp that he could...persuade to spend some time with him. He was a tad unwilling to do that though; he passed it off as his pride getting the best of him yet again.
'Damn him. It's only a little sex!' Paiyoko thought angrily, already forgetting that the reason Masaka was hesitant in the first place was the fact that Paiyoko would be royally pissed off at him later.
At the slightest sound of the blankets being pushed aside Paiyoko tensed, staring at the door. Masaka slid inside, bowl held loosely in his arms. He didn't move any closer to the bed, staring at his feet rather intently; Paiyoko was starting to get irritated.
"Masa--"
"I'd ask you to promise not to get mad later, but I know that you'd break it," Masaka interrupted softly, chuckling a little. He looked up then, his mahogany eyes flashing as he smirked. "So I'd better make this worth it." Without further delay, he sauntered into the room, only pausing long enough to place the bowl down before climbing onto the bed. Paiyoko leered up at him, grabbing Masaka by the shoulders and pulling him close.
"So, you finally decided to stop fucking toying with me?" he asked, and Masaka shrugged.
"It's either do this now and face your wrath later or risk losing you by doing nothing," he said calmly, stroking a gelled hand down Paiyoko's side as he nibbled on his neck. Paiyoko whimpered, trying to arch into that mouth.
"Ung, good plan. I'll hit you later for it though," he said a bit breathlessly, green eyes sliding shut as he clutched at Masaka's shoulders. A part of him was annoyed that Masaka would think that he'd be shameless enough to go fuck someone else; the other reminded the first that that was exactly what he'd been planning before Masaka'd come in. He clutched tighter as Masaka ran a hand up and down his thigh, always going higher, higher--
Paiyoko mewled in disappointment when Masaka moved back, now kneeling upright. Before he could complain Masaka quickly shed his own shirt; catching the idea, Paiyoko sat up and 'helped' with his pants. He laughed when Masaka collapsed against him, moaning helplessly as Paiyoko stroked him slowly. Waiting until Masaka was bucking into his hand, Paiyoko suddenly stopped, grabbing Masaka's head for a searing kiss. Masaka clutched him tightly, dominating the kiss in moments.
Pulling back again, Masaka dipped his hands into the bowl and coated them in the aloe vera; smoothly he slicked up Paiyoko's body, bringing both relief and excitement. Paiyoko arched upwards as Masaka played with his nipples, blowing on the cool gel before nipping lightly. Panting, Paiyoko twined his hands in Masaka's hair, pushing him down; Masaka took the hint and made his way down Paiyoko's stomach, lapping at his bellybutton before stopping at his goal. Peering up at Paiyoko, Masaka smirked before taking him deep inside his mouth.
"Damn!" Paiyoko swore, eyes widening in pleasure before clenching shut, head slamming backwards onto his bed. Moaning, he wrapped his legs around Masaka's shoulders, bucking helplessly upwards. Masaka smirked, sucking hard before releasing Paiyoko's erection with a barely audible 'pop'. Ignoring Paiyoko's whine of disapproval, he gently spread the gel around Paiyoko's opening, soothing the burns before pushing a finger in.
"Fuck!" Paiyoko swore, arching upwards. Quickly, Masaka moved up to take Paiyoko's panting mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue mimicking the motions his finger was making. After a few moments he added a second finger, scissoring the two before thrusting in the third; Paiyoko moaned.
"Damnit, Masaka, now, fuck, please," he begged, breaking the kiss to pant heavily. Nodding once, Masaka removed his fingers, slicking himself up before slamming in. Groaning, the two froze for a moment, trying to adjust to the feel; Paiyoko whimpered as taunt flesh stretched uncomfortably.
"You okay?" Masaka murmured, nuzzling Paiyoko's cheek. Shakily, he nodded.
"Yeah...move." Slowly, Masaka pulled partly out, rocking his hips forward to stimulate Paiyoko's prostate; Paiyoko groaned and clung to Masaka.
"Ung!" Panting, Paiyoko thrust down as Masaka thrust back into him, driving him deeper. Sparks flashed across his vision, obscuring Masaka's face; Paiyoko groaned as Masaka hit the spot again, digging his nails into Masaka's tanned shoulders. Masaka growled low in his throat, driving himself harder into his lover. Back arching like a bow, Paiyoko could barely take it.
"Damnit....fucking....touch me!" he begged, grabbing one of Masaka's wrists and pulling it down between them. Taking the none-too-subtle hint, Masaka shifted his weight fully onto his left arm and knees, grabbing Paiyoko's erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Memorized, Masaka watched Paiyoko's face as his eyes clouded in pleasure, slick mouth opening to moan Masaka's name.
"Pai...Paiyoko," he panted, grunting slightly as he shifted Paiyoko higher, driving into him harder. "Shit, gods, Paiyoko, you're so tight!" Paiyoko moaned, clutching to Masaka as he started to tense.
"Masaka!" he cried, eyes squeezing tight as he arched back, clenching around Masaka. Masaka grunted, thrusting a few more times before he found release.
"Paiyoko! Christ!" He held himself above Paiyoko for a few moments, falling to the side when his arms finally buckled. Pulling out, Masaka placed the bowl on the floor before cleaning them off with the towel he'd dropped when Paiyoko'd pounced him the last time he'd come in. Yawning, Masaka rubbed a bleary eye and looked at his lover.
"You want me to go? It's not a problem if you do; just let me find my pa--Whoa!" Paiyoko grabbed Masaka suddenly, pulling him down on top of himself. "Paiyoko?"
"Stay," Paiyoko murmured simply, holding Masaka closer. Masaka smiled softly and leaned down, placing a kiss on Paiyoko's forehead.
"Sure." Shifting them around, Masaka managed to get the two of them under the blankets, holding Paiyoko close against his chest. Yawning again, Masaka nuzzled Paiyoko's head before falling asleep, tail lazily swishing a few moments before stilling.
Still awake, Paiyoko stared at Masaka's tail, smiling softly to himself as he cuddled closer to Masaka. Tomorrow, he'd smack the outlaw for sleeping with him, but for right now, right now he'd bask in this nice hold.
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AN: IT. IS. DONE! *cackles like an idiot* I hope this was an acceptable ending for all these chapters of suspense and friendly teasing. You know you love me.
OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER
Paiyoko and Masaka are San's.
This story is mine.
I want a donut. A chocolate glazed one. Mmmhmm.

Sets, out!
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