Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ This Way ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Part 9

"Um…sorry about that…" I mumble to Kiyota as I get off the phone with Mitsui. He raises an eyebrow. "For taking so much time, I mean."

He gives me a small smile. "Did he talk you out of it?"

I sigh and sit down next to him on the bed. He's laid out on his stomach, suddenly quite at home all naked on my bed. I reach out a hand and trace the tattoo on his back. "He just…gave me a different perspective on things. Actually I feel kinda bad now, because he's obviously got something going on with Rukawa and he seems bothered by the fact that they can't really have a relationship."

"Yeah, I can imagine. He's been pretty infatuated with Rukawa. But…so…now what?"

I shrug and then lay down next to him, rolling him onto his side so I can snuggle up to him. Kiyota just grins at me. "Spend the night?" I ask. He nods. "I guess we really should take things slow."

Kiyota busts out with a fit of giggles. "Yeah, nice and slow and casual," he snorts, tweaking one of my nipples. "Not that we're lying here naked."

"Yeah, yeah, point taken. But hey, look at it this way…it took you five years to get me naked!"

Full-out laughter this time. I beam with pride at my ability to amuse my…friend, lover, whatever this may be. After a bit Kiyota calms down and then looks at me seriously. "All joking aside, I do think that pushing full-blown sex at this point is not going to go well. Like I said before, there are other things to do if we so decide."

"Ch'. You're so fucking mature," I snipe. "When the hell did that happen?"

He just giggles some more and kisses me playfully. I smile into the kiss and add more pressure. How freaking much have I smiled tonight? It's pretty amazing, really.

And even though we're being mature and all, certain youthful parts of my body start reawakening as I taste Kiyota's lips and feel his solid body pressed firmly against mine all over again. I pull him tighter to me and lick at his lips. "Mmm, Hana," he mumbles before meeting my tongue with his own. I deepen the kiss as I roll us over so that I'm on top of Kiyota. He gropes at my ass and then uses his grip to push my hips down into his own.

"Oh damn…" I gasp as I feel the sudden friction of our erections. "Ahh, that's good…" I rub my pelvis against his and feel the rising heat in every inch of my body. I suck and nibble at his neck while we grind together. I reach down and drag a hand up his thigh…

"Mmm, you're so good I could just eat you," I murmur, realizing I'm probably not making any sense.

"You want to?" he giggles. It takes me a few seconds to figure out what he may mean by that.

"I don't know," I tease. "It was very nice when you did it before…think it'll be good being on the other side?"

He nibbles at my ear before whispering, "Well, I enjoyed it. You taste good, Hana." I swear that almost sends me over the edge. He sounds so…sexy. I decide I'll do my part to make him sound even sexier.

Moments later I'm kissing and licking at Kiyota's thighs and contemplating the hard-on before me. I wonder if he's feeling this ache like I am. Is this the first time I've ever thought a guy's dick looked…attractive? And somehow I am lying here, trying to figure out the best way to use my mouth on it to get him off…I feel a naughty, perverse sense of enjoyment at the current state of affairs.

It takes me a moment to realize I'm just lying between Kiyota's legs, staring. I glance up at his face and he's giving me a concerned look. "You don't have to-" he begins right before I give the tip an investigational lick. "Ahh…"

I smile shyly and start licking all up and down the shaft. I'm transfixed as I see a drop of clear fluid sliding down the length. I follow it with my tongue and quickly desensitize myself to the startlingly salty flavor. I find my way back to the tip in time to catch another leak before it drips away. Then I follow it all the way to source by sucking the tip into my mouth.

I feel Kiyota's muscles tense up as I have a firm grip with my hands on his thighs. I push his legs apart a bit farther and slowly slide my way down his shaft. This is insane. It's like his erection is directly connected to my own. That must be the case because I can feel my own arousal throbbing between my legs even though there's not a damn thing touching it.

Once I have as much in my mouth as I think I can handle, I give a gentle suck. I hear a hiss of breath above my head. I realize there's no way I can simply suck without getting tired quickly, but nevertheless I give a stronger suck. This time I hear what seems to be a muffled whimper. After a moment's pause, I start moving my head slowly up and down and suck lightly as I do this.

When I start feeling Kiyota's cock twitching and actually getting harder against my tongue, I almost lose it myself. I finally look up again, casting my gaze across the seemingly endless plane of Kiyota's body. I have a panoramic view of his clenching stomach muscles, his arms tense and hands gripping the sheets, strong chest gasping for air, punctuated by stiff nipples. He's biting his lip against any sounds, head tilted back, eyes closed. For the second time in about five seconds I have to fight off coming.

Could I really be so good at this? With renewed confidence I move my tongue haphazardly around the flesh that's exhausting my mouth. I suck harder and can't help but let out a half-starved moan.

Finally he stops biting his lip. "Ahh, God, Hana…" I give a forceful suck, maybe to ask him to elaborate. "Shit…more…"

I give him all I've got. I'm making it up as I go along but that seems to work just fine. My body decides to let out another shameless moan and I receive an answering moan from the object of all my attentions. "Oh God, Hana, yeah, that's fucking good…" I try to encourage him by squeezing his thighs. He spreads his legs farther and arches his back. I think he's close…

"Ah! Ahh! Oh Hana, oh fuck…AHH! AHH OH GOD!" I'm not as prepared as I'd hoped when I almost choke on the salty flood into my mouth. I gulp down as much as I can and finally have to give up and let the remainder flow back over its still-hard source before spilling from my mouth. I start sucking again till I feel a hand in my hair, coaxing me away.

I flop down next to a panting Kiyota and give him a delicate kiss. "I think I enjoyed that *almost* as much as you did," I inform him.

"No way," he chuckles. "I doubt that."

"Dude, I almost got off 2 or 3 times," I insist. He gives me a wry look.

"Well, I *did* pretty much have to pry you off…"

I smirk and give his ass a squeeze. "I learn quick, ne? I discovered my inner queer hentai really fast."

"You could've done that a couple years ago," he sighs. Then smiles and gives me a kiss. "Ne, are you feeling frustrated, koibito?" he teases, reaching down to bestow a feather-light touch to my burning erection. I hiss in response and pull his hand away. "Sensitive?" he murmurs, leaning close to caress my ear with his tongue. When did Kiyota Nobunaga start thinking he was smooth?

"I'm still…so ready," I mutter.

He licks my ear and whispers, "Ne, don't freak out, okay?"

I turn my head slightly to give him a cynical look. "Dude, don't you know that's never a good opening line?"

He pulls away and gives me a grin. So much for smooth. "Don't worry. I think I know a way to reach your full pleasure potential."

I raise an eyebrow. "You sound like an infomercial."

He gives me a fake glare. "You want to sleep with that?" he "threatens," tapping my dick with a finger. I flinch and shake my head.

"Okay then. On your stomach, please."

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