Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Black Leather Roses ❯ Five: Batiste Laburnum ( Chapter 6 )

Notes: Sorry for the long delay in getting this one posted. It got stalled in the middle, but it’s finally finished. I think the entire fic is a bit more…hm, bold? rough? language-wise than some of my other stuff, so I hope that isn’t too off-putting. I have quite a few doubts on this, and I so wanted it to live up to your PWP expectations; the Evil Hentai Slug and I did our best, so if you can forgive us where we fall short, we’ll keep trying.

Warnings: yaoi, language, m/m sex (Surely we all know what this entails at this point; we don’t need the specific warnings, ne?), toys


Black Leather Roses
Chapter Five: Batiste Laburnum

Instantly tense, with a hand reaching imperceptibly towards the thin blade secured just behind the edge of the headboard, Aya released his breath silently when he recognized Yohji’s step. Allowing his muscles to relax, he settled into a feigned sleep as the blonde approached the bed.

Sliding his eyes open just enough to watch his intruder through his lashes, Aya saw Yohji kneel on the floor, staying up on his knees so that his head was level with Aya’s stomach. One hand reached tentatively to pull back the thin sheet and the simple motion left him naked before the other’s gaze. Vaguely, Aya regretted going to bed without clothes, and perhaps more sleeping in such a position, on his side, so that Yohji had not only a full frontal view but easy access.

He tried not to shiver as a warm hand ran over his hip and bottom, ghosting down his thigh.

“Aya,” Yohji whispered, leaning close to press a kiss on the top of one pale hip while he rested his palm on a smooth butt cheek, dispelling innocent caresses with the sly approach of fingers.

Anger was forgotten under the simple petting; it was curiosity and, though he was loathe to admit it, a craving for Yohji’s touch that kept him pretending while Yohji brushed a fingertip over his hole, teasing the sensitive area.

“You’re awake.”

“Hn.” He didn’t open his eyes, wondering how Yohji would interpret his reluctance.

Apparently he took it as a challenge. Another gentle, open-lipped kiss teased the top of his hip, hinting at languid seduction; then Yohji grabbed his cock.

A quick intake of breath accompanied the instant opening of his eyes.

“Impatient,” he hissed at Yohji who was smiling as he ran a loose fist up and down Aya’s dick.

“Sensitive, baby?”

He wanted to deny that, but when a firm squeeze made him catch his breath, Aya thought it pertinent to keep quiet. His balls felt heavy and a little sore from the denied release earlier, but Yohji’s touch was already coaxing his erection back to life; the fact that the blonde was kneeling naked on his floor didn’t hurt either. Moonlight from the window fell over him, making his light hair shine and lighting his eyes as they met Aya’s own.

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Don’t.”

A smirk. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it was late and the second, firm squeeze of Yohji hand rode a delicious line between pleasure and pain, making him bite back a sound that would have done more damage than his words.

Yohji leaned up to kiss him, brushing moist lips over his own before nibbling at Aya’s lower one, sucking it into his mouth only to scrape it lightly with his teeth as Aya tried to withdraw. He didn’t get far as Yohji caught his mouth in full, left hand fisting in Aya’s bangs to hold him still as he forced his tongue past the teeth, sealing their lips together as he pushed as deep as possible.

Aya took a gasping breath through his nose as Yohji’s other hand resumed tugging on his cock, once again half hard under the knowing touch. He was beginning to feel lightheaded as blood rushed south and air became scarce, and he felt a tremor of want rake through him when Yohji’s touch transferred again to his hole.

But that wasn’t Yohji’s finger.

Curious, Aya pulled back, but again Yohji followed. The hand left his hair to cup the back of his head, keeping him still and on his side as something cool and hard brushed over his entrance. Its solid material tugged slightly at the tight pucker, creating an odd sensation that made him pull back, achieving barely an inch.

“Shh,” Yohji soothed, whispering it directly against his cheek before placing a kiss there and drawing back himself. Gently a thumb wiped at his chin, sweeping away the saliva that had managed to escape their messy kiss.

“Sit up, Aya,” he directed, warm arm slipping beneath his shoulder to help him up, guiding him to kneel on the bed. Yohji stood in front of him, putting them face to face and almost eye to eye; they met cock to cock, Yohji’s member shockingly hard against his own before it slipped to the side to press against his stomach. The slide and pull of hot flesh was just as erotic as the sweep of his own dick over Yohji’s abs as the man shifted against him as his left hand worked Aya’s ass, kneading the flesh and watching Aya’s eyes.

Caught between asking about the lingering something mixed with lust and dismissing it as moonlight playing in green eyes, Aya felt the hand on his bottom tug a little, exposing his entrance to the cool air. The interruption of routine confused him, but Yohji’s lips were working down his ear and neck, hunting the place on his throat that made him–

“Ah!”

“Mmm,” Yohji purred against his throat. Shuffling even closer, he began to suck at the spot, pulling the flesh up and nipping it with his teeth when he knew all Aya wanted him to do was bite down. He was teasing, shifting, moving, rubbing their erections, trapped so tantalizingly close between their bodies. The heat was growing, sweat beginning to slick their skin they rubbed against one another.

Though he had leveled the charge at Yohji, it was Aya who succumbed first to impatience. Wound up earlier and denied release in favor of spiting his lover, Aya found the tension rising quickly to the surface and he needed more than rubbing, more than Yohji’s warm lips at the juncture of his throat. Teeth or fingers or cock, something had to break the surface or he was going to be pulled apart.

Finding his arms wrapped around Yohji’s shoulders, Aya planted both his hands in blonde hair and drug Yohji into another kiss. He let a little more of his weight rest against the other man as his legs spread further apart, a wanton motion that he didn’t care for Yohji being too intent upon; he brought the focus instead to his own tongue, thrusting it into Yohji’s mouth.

But the taller man slipped away, a well-timed dig of fingernails into his bottom making him take a breath and freeing Yohji’s lips that once again fled to his neck. There they resumed the incessant playing, sucking almost to the point of pain then backing down, stringing out Aya’s nerves until he gave in went to turn around, intent on offering Yohji a blatant display the man couldn’t refuse.

But strong hand caught him when he went to pull back.

“Wait.”

“Do something!”

There was that infernal smile, too sexy for its own good.

“Alright. Hold still a minute.”

Slipping his head over Aya’s shoulder, Yohji reached for something. A tongue flicked against Aya’s ear, then he heard soft, wet sounds as Yohji sucked on what had to be one of their recent acquisitions, wetting it so he could put it in. The excitement of anticipation surprised Aya, and he rubbed himself slowly against Yohji’s flat stomach as he waited, hearing Yohji moan, sound restricted by his chore. It was the same sound the blonde made when he sucked Aya off, a low needy moan that forced the first beads of precome out of Aya’s cock, making a small, slick line on Yohji’s skin.

Yohji moved again, repositioning the arm around Aya’s middle and standing a little to the side so he could look easily over Aya’s shoulder while letting the redhead wrap his own arms around Yohji’s chest in a loose hug. It tightened instant when Yohji’s teeth sank, not quite breaking skin, against Aya’s neck.

“Yes!” the word burst from him as Yohji’s nails scraped once down his back, causing him to thrust against the other’s hip. Caught in the rhythm of his own making, he started at the cool, wet push against his anus. Then everything stopped. Holding Yohji’s hips, he leaned heavily against his lover as the other man carefully reached around him to work it in his ass.

What was it?

It was cool with saliva chilled by the room, ungiving, smooth, probably plastic. He felt the rounded tip first, then it widened, not by much, as it pressed in.

With his chin resting on Aya’s shoulder, Yohji explained in a quiet, seductive purr.

“It suits you, Aya. It’s sleek, slender…a pearly white. I’ve got the first inch inside you, and I can see you stretched around it. ”

He laid against Yohji’s chest, trying to relax as he felt the toy slip between the unstretched muscle. It wasn’t nearly as big as Yohji, but he found it unyielding in its spread, frustratingly slow but demanding as it pressed forward.

“Three inches,” Yohji breathed, and when Aya felt the sudden thrust against his belly, he knew the blonde was thinking of being in that position himself, making those first, tight thrusts that opened Aya for him. “You want it?”

“Yes,” he hadn’t meant that to be breathy, and he managed to lick the nipple closest to his mouth, feeling restored by Yohji’s tremulous response.

“God,” the blonde breathed, and Aya did it again just before the toy plunged forward, taking the last two inches by force.

Aya knew he cried out, but with what words or sound he wasn’t sure.

Yohji hummed into his ear as he withdrew it and pressed it in again with a flick of his wrist. Before Aya could reply, the action was repeated, the angle changed slightly, and the plastic tip slid against Aya’s prostrate before settling inside him; it caused him to jump.

He felt Yohji’s lips curve against the sensitive skin of his neck, then the toy withdrew. When it came again, Yohji’s teeth snapped down over his neck just as the toy hit his spot and Aya thought he might come right there. He held tight to Yohji, leaning close and resting his forehead on the blonde’s bony shoulder as the toy began to pump rhythmically in and out of his hole, aimed with relentless accuracy.

“Am I getting it?” Yohji questioned, voice already dripping with self-satisfaction.

Aya managed to nod, but he couldn’t get out words, not with that in his ass, the snug push and pull in his almost too tight hole, and not with his dick trapped in the sweaty heat between their bodies, leaking onto Yohji who was so damn handsome and smelled like anticipation and sex.

“Got a surprise.”

There was barely time to register the words before the toy began to vibrate. Yohji tilted it, letting the tip press against Aya’s prostrate, a pressure and stimulation that almost hurt in its intensity. Aya tried instinctively to move away from the probe, but Yohji held him still, obliging only falling back into the thrusting rhythm, picking up speed as Aya began to shove against his hip. He couldn’t help it; it was too much. He felt his dick pulse, keeping time counter to the continuously vibrating touches of the toy as it landed repeated against the spot deep inside him.

Yohji’s arm wrapped tight around him, and the ability to press against his lover straight on while being fucked from behind was almost as striking as the piercing touch inside. He clung to Yohji, pressing his face into the crook of the man’s neck, trying to ground himself against the growing pleasure.

Yohji titled his head, mouthing his words against Aya’s ear, “Come for me, Aya.”

“Uhn . . . Yohji...”

Taking half a step back, Yohji continued to drive the vibrator into Aya’s body; the swordsman quickly balanced himself, hands on Yohji’s shoulders, head thrown back as the blonde’s other hand stroked his cock. The points of sensation were overwhelming, snatching his attention one to the other, the vibrating plastic against his prostrate, the tugging hand on his leaking hardon, the heated gaze of green eyes.

“I wanna fuck you with your own come,” Yohji whispered, low and deep.

Aya’s insides twisted as the vibrator landed solidly again, leaning on his spot, pressing almost too hard as Yohji hand clamped down near the head of his cock. He came hard, body forcing out strands of white semen, the strongest spurts landing high on the blonde’s abdomen and the rest dripping over Yohji’s fingers as Aya leaned forward and moaned with the release.

The stilled vibrator slid from his body, landing somewhere on the mattress as Yohji used both hands to gather the jism. Feeling spent and languid, Aya watched as he smeared the stickiness over his own twitching cock, lingering longer than necessarily.

Yohji lifted his left hand to Aya’s tender lips and the swordsman opened them easily to accept the blonde’s index finger. The drowsy feeling began to past, and sleep was against replaced by a more immediate desire. He sucked the last vestiges of his come from the digit, letting it slip from his lips to make his request.

“Fuck me.”

Yohji’s breath was heavy, his right hand wrapped around the base of his erection, stretching forward and wet with Aya’s fresh come.

“Turn around.”

Aya did, turning his back to the blonde and dropping gracefully onto his hands and knees. A sticky hand pressed against his thigh, urging him to move forward. He moved on hands and knees, feeling the bed tilt as Yohji climbed on behind him. He cast a glance over his shoulder to see the entranced green gaze regarding his position and then, part enticement and part logistics, dropped down to his elbows, letting his hands rest one on top of the other and create a solid place for his forehead

There was a low moan from Yohji as he watched Aya move so his ass was in the air. It might have been humiliating, was, Aya thought, on some level, but there was a hot thrill of wanton abandonment in being like that for Yohji.

“Oh god,” the blonde moaned.

Aya felt hands on either side of his hips, holding him still as Yohji’s cock settled into the valley of his ass. Yohji shifted his weight, pulled back a little, and the head of his cock brushed against Aya’s hole, making him jump. Only Yohji’s hands kept him in place. The man was whispering something, but Aya couldn’t make any sense of it, not when one of those hands left him to guide Yohji’s erection, resting it just against his opening, before pushing inside.

There was a little give as the head slid into him, and Aya felt his dick harden as he realized it was slicked with what Yohji had forced from his body for the purpose. Suddenly he needed Yohji, all of him. Shifting back, he took another inch, feeling his body stretch around his lover’s impressive girth. Yohji didn’t hesitate, then, thrusting forward to bury himself inside of Aya.

“Fuck,” he ground out, leaning over Aya’s back, blonde hair falling around his face to tickle the swordsman’s skin.

It felt good. Yohji was big and hard and hot, throbbing with desire, fitting inside him like nothing else. Aya moaned with the overwhelming heat of it all, trying to bury the sound in the back of his hand.

“Yes, baby,” Yohji encouraged, sweeping a hand down Aya’s sweating back as he drew himself up into a kneel. Pulling back several inches, he left Aya empty, void, for just a second before taking hold of his hips again and plunging back in.

He settled into a slow rhythm, pulling further back each time until he was coming almost out of Aya before thrusting all the way back in. Aya was caught in the two extremes of feeling, from empty and needing to too full, feeling the soft smack of Yohji’s balls against his ass. He pressed his forehead onto his hands, trying to breathe through the sensation; then Yohji, with a deft shift of his hips, hit the spot that blanked his world for a second.

“Oh,” he heard the gasped syllable before he realized it was his own, unable to prevent it, and finding it just as futile to resist pressing his ass back against Yohji, urging him to hurry, to take him the way he knew the blonde wanted to. His dick was already hard again, answering the feel of the iron rod of Yohji, taught and rigid as it moved inside him.

“Aya,” Yohji gasped in turn, slamming into him hard. The hands on his hips clenched, nails digging, just a little, into the skin above his hipbones, adding to the sensation of the increased pace. He felt Yohji’s thighs quiver against his own, then flex with the strain of movement; he wanted to linger on the sensation, but Yohji’s aim was deadly, his cock plunging too deep again, again, again. All Aya could hear was that voice in his ear, telling him things that he didn’t understand but that all meant pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Aya.” They were the last coherent words before Yohji growled, deep, in the back of his throat, thrusting hard into Aya, rocking his body forward. Just when he wasn’t sure if he’s be able to keep his balance against the movement, he felt the warm spurt of Yohji’s release, filling him as his lover pressed in once, twice more, letting his movements dwindle until he rested, hot and trembling, over Aya’s back.

He waited while Yohji remembered to breathe, patiently supporting his lover’s weight, incredibly full of him. Then Yohji was kissing his neck, biting it gently as he slid his hand down Aya’s belly to feel his cock, still hard, surprisingly so, reaching towards the bedspread to deposit a tiny drop of clear precome when Yohji’s hand ran down its length.

Aya felt the slick slide of Yohji’s softening member as the blonde let to fall from his body. He expected the hand to finish him off and whimpered when it was taken away. His instinct was to rub against the bed sheets, but just as he went to lower his body, Yohji grabbed him around the waist and hauled him backwards.

The noise he made wasn’t anything more dignified than a whine as he landed in Yohji’s lap. His lover shifted, crossing his legs to make a nest for Aya’s ass and pulling the redhead back against his chest.

“Yohji,” he pleaded, trying to take hold of Yohji’s wrist to put his hand back where it should be.

“Shh, trust me.” He felt the smile against his cheek but the hand descending his side was more promising. Closing his eyes, Aya turned his head towards Yohji’s neck and waited. Yohji’s long fingers skirted his length, going down to cup his tight balls. But then Yohji was moving them out of the way, just a little.

Aya wanted to ask what he was doing, to tell him just to get it done with, but then the fingers began to massage his sac, threading through the light dusting of red curls and rolling them in his hand. Setting his feet flat on the bed, he spread his legs to give Yohji more room to reach between them. Vaguely, he felt Yohji working an arm under one of his bent knees, but Aya was distracted by a particularly ardent squeeze of his balls and didn’t notice the vibrator until it had already slipped inside him. One hand held the toy within him, the other coming up under his knee to shift his bottom forward to give Yohji access. His cock was left untended as Yohji held him still and put the vibrator in him.

Having already had Yohji there, the toy went in easily, the way slicked by their mixed come. Still, he couldn’t help press back against Yohji at the almost foreign invasion. It was good, but different; then it started to vibrate, and once again Yohji took up the demanding rhythm, touching his sweet spot, making Aya rock against it, head thrown back over the tall man’s shoulder as he was supported by the strong, lean body beneath his own.

He needed Yohji to touch him.

“Yohji,” he asked, left hand lifted in blind searching until it found blonde waves to tangle in, pulling a little, trying to get Yohji to finish him off. “Please! Yoh–ah! Yohji!.”

The voice was frustratingly calm in his ear, “Touch, Aya. Touch it while I fuck you.”

Aya had to work to process the words, and once he had them, there was an instinctual recoil from the idea. This was, however, cut short as Yohji bit down on the cusp of his ear, sparking sensation in his oversensitive body, making him shudder, a motion that reminded him how much he needed to feel the trembling release of orgasm.

“Yes,” Yohji hummed as Aya snaked his right hand down, taking hold of his straining cock, squeezing, almost too hard, making himself jump in Yohji’s arms. His left hand kept its tenacious hold on blonde hair as he began to fist his erection, too far gone to be gentle.

Soon he found Yohji matching his rhythm. Every time his hand reached the base of his cock, the vibrator was pulled away, and slid back in only as he reached the flared head, the two-fold sensation of his own fingers sliding over the swollen head and the plastic toy prodding within him making him cry out, arching against Yohji, forcing his head further back over the blonde’s shoulder as he shouted and came, shooting arching strands of white semen out to streak the bed sheets as his world became white.

He came back to the comforting rhythm of Yohji’s breath, the gentle rise and fall of the chest he was snuggled against a calm counterpoint to his own. The blonde had moved him, maneuvering them so that Yohji leant against the headboard and Aya rested sideways across his lap, knees together and long, pale legs drawn up, quivering under the protective wrap of Yohji’s left arm. His right was around Aya’s shoulders, keeping him close for those tiny, fluttering touches.

Aya finally noticed the quiet of the room; the other wasn’t talking. With the tight arm around him, he couldn’t twist to see his face, and he was suddenly worried.

“Yohji?”

“Hm?” Aya felt the word against his temple, followed by a soft kiss of reassurance. “You finally decide to come back?”

Aya took a deep breath as he felt the chuckle rise from his lover’s chest. Freeing one arm, he reached again for blonde hair, twisting his fingers there as he rested his head against Yohji’s chest and listened to his heartbeat.

~tbc~


Notes: Well, there we are! The boys have begun their adventure; now is no time to stop…right? Next up, I think, is a little playtime in the shop. Review to get them to work on time!