Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Black Leather Roses ❯ Six: Chantilly Hyacinth ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Yohji experiences exploration first hand.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.19.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 304 | Status: Work In Progress
Yohji experiences exploration first hand.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.19.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 304 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes: I’ve been distracted by Chains lately, but I still want to work on this fic too, at least sporadically. Thanks to everyone who reviewed this, and I hope you’re still interested in reading it! Also, I’m going to try to go back and fix the page breaks in the other chapters.
Black Leather Roses
Chapter Six: Chantilly Hyacinth
“Don’t be stupid.”
The grin instantly slipped from Yohji’s face. Leave it to Aya to take him from suave, seductive lover to leering idiot in two seconds flat. Those weren’t the words he’d expected to hear, not after spending half the night half hard and plotting all the ways he could tease and be teased by Aya. While they had been delicate tools of stimulation when he left his own room with them, leaning in Aya’s doorway, Yohji found himself desperately wishing he had decided to pitch his plan without the visual aid of the two butt plugs which, under Aya’s steely gaze, became weighty, awkward, and inappropriate in his hands.
Quickly he tossed them to the middle of Aya’s neatly made bed. They bounced a little, landing against one another, a smoky clear and translucent purple. Aya didn’t give them a second glance; occupied with dressing for the day, he was fully focused on smoothing his snug gray t-shirt over his fitted jeans. The Yohji-approved outfit did little to assuage the blonde’s disappointment.
He heard Aya sigh, and looked up from the floor to find his lover watching him through the mirror.
“What?” he asked; it came out sharper than he’d intended. Aya’s habits were rubbing off on him.
The swordsman put down the brush he had been holding and turned to face him, leaning back, just a little, with his hands on the edge of the wooden dresser.
“Don’t look that way,” he said, half-glaring.
“What way?” Yohji wanted a cigarette. He could get one, if he was willing to abandon the point and head to the shop. But something, maybe his pride, demanded to know why he had been shot down before being allowed even a hearing. Besides, he wanted Aya to do it, damn it!
“Like a kicked puppy,” the redhead explained; it didn’t sound like something Aya would say. Of course, Yohji was learning that the man could hardly be predicted.
“Don’t kick me then,” he replied, slightly petulant. He really ought to have had his first smoke before trying this.
Aya lifted an eyebrow, clearly nowhere near giving in to the impulse to comfort his lover. Well, Yohji might have expected as much, and, even without his morning cigarette, he was still armed with an impressive array of Aya-seducing techniques which, should they fail, would at least be enjoyable in the attempt.
Before Aya had time to move, he found Yohji pressed against his back, looking over his shoulder to stare at them both in the mirror. He watched as one tanned hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, bunching the fabric as it ran upward over the soft, smooth chest while its twin rested across Aya’s flat belly, fingertips just nudging the top of the swordsman’s jeans. Aya was warm in his arms, and when Yohji turned his head to nuzzle at Aya’s hair, he found it smelled of fresh shampoo, the neck of crisp soap.
Removing his left hand from under Aya’s shirt, he used it to pull back the collar, kissing the newly exposed collar bone. He licked along the ridge before sucking a small bit of skin into his mouth, gently at first, then, as he felt his lover tense in anticipation, with more force.
Aya’s right hand came up to brace on his forearm, the other thin arm bent to catch a few strands of his hair.
“Please,” Yohji asked between audible kisses to Aya’s neck, “For me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” Aya returned, not nearly as stern as usual as his words turned breathy.
“I do. I want it. Give it to me, Aya.”
He felt the faint shudder of the body he held close and knew the battle was won. But then Aya pulled away, twisting out of his arms to stare him down.
“It’s uncomfortable,” he stated.
“Don’t care,” Yohji said, all smiles now that he was getting his way. Stepping to the bed, he grabbed the clear plug and held it out to Aya. His lover gave him a hard look, but took it, shifted it to his left hand, and looked again at Yohji.
“Lay down, on your side,” he directed, voice firm and commanding. It sent a tingle down Yohji’s spine to hear it, and he made quick work of undoing his belt and shoving his pants and thong down around his thighs. It was slightly awkward, getting on the bed with the tight garments clinging that way, but he stretched out as seductively as possible, his bare ass aimed in Aya’s direction and his head supported by his folded arm.
He shifted in anticipation and felt Aya’s long fingers trail over his hip.
His eyes were trained on the bedspread as he listened to the nightstand drawer open and close. The mattress shifted; Aya was sitting beside his legs. A hand came up, guiding his right knee up so that his top leg shifted slightly forward. It was a revealing position, and an instinctual nervousness tightened in his belly. Yohji didn’t play the submissive role, and this kind of openness was foreign and almost frightening.
“Relax,” Aya demanded, his voice softer now, his hand back on Yohji’s upper leg, soothing down the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared.
Yohji wanted to laugh, but the sound wouldn’t come. He risked a glance over his shoulder; Aya stared down at him, brows drawn in concern but eyes bright with undisguised lust. Yohji looked away and took a deep breath, willing his body to unwind itself. It was just Aya. He had seen the plug; it wasn’t big. He could take it. He was a man for fuck’s sake.
For all his mental rallying, he couldn’t help but jump when Aya’s fingertips, cool with lube, swept over his hole. Aya paused, just a second, then began to push it slowly inside. Yohji demanded himself to breathe. They had been that far before, but no further, Aya always backing down when Yohji became uncomfortable. It just wasn’t his thing, he rationalized; he just liked other things better.
So why this, now? Because he wanted Aya to like it. He knew he wanted to see that purple plug slide into Aya’s ass, and the heated looks, as Aya had chosen it in the store and just now, said more than words. Aya wanted this, and Yohji wanted Aya to want him.
Aya’s finger was all the way in, the heel of his hand gently brushing Yohji’s balls as he moved it in and out. It wasn’t bad, different and slick, but not bad.
Then there was the second finger, working slowly beside the first. Yohji felt the stretch, and he tensed.
“Okay?” Aya asked. His voice was low, sex low. It was enough to goad Yohji on. Releasing a shuddering breath, he offered a thumbs up. There was a weak chuckle, no more than an exhalation really, from Aya, and the fingers began to move again. They pushed in, meeting some resistance but only the first time; his body learned quickly, loosening around the meager intrusion so the digits slipped easily in and out.
Then Aya did it.
Yohji knew what it was, in a clinical, I-can-make-that-happen kind of way. But this knowledge didn’t stop him from crying out as his eyes closed and threatened to roll back in his head.
“Aya,” he complained. That wasn’t what they were doing.
“Sorry,” the other apologized, sounding more self-satisfied than sorry.
The fingers withdrew, dragging slickly out of him. He heard shuffling, the almost silent squeeze of the tube of lubricant. He already felt overly wet and couldn’t imagine why Aya thought he needed more.
“Ready?” Aya asked in that same bass tone.
“Yeah.”
He was ready, ready to get it over with. Part of him dreaded it, but he had his pride to think of. The plug was little, tiny, less than four inches long, the widest middle part only an inch around with the ends tapering off to only half an inch. He wasn’t afraid of that. Fuck, no.
“Fuck,” he said out loud as the end of the plug entered him. Immediately Aya pulled back. It hadn’t hurt, but he had been surprised. He heard Aya swallow audibly behind him.
“Ready?” the redhead asked again, voice unsure, as if he couldn’t figure out how to give Yohji any more warning.
“Yeah, just,” he took a breath and closed his eyes, vowing to pay attention this time.
“We don’t have to,” Aya said, softly.
“You’re not backing out of this!” It was more harsh than he intended, and he realized suddenly that it was not a good time to be antagonizing Aya, not when he was in such a tender position. But the redhead just touched his hip again, inadvertently spreading lubricant over his skin as he tried to be kind.
“I’m fine, Aya. Just do it,” he resolved. Christ, he wasn’t some virgin. Hitching his leg further forward, he pressed his teeth together and waited.
The rounded tip of the plug brushed him again, not pushing, just sitting against him in warning. Aya was taking no chances of surprising him. Yohji waited it out, trying not to tense up when it started to slip inside. Aya moved slower than slow, and Yohji felt every movement as his insides stretched around the silicone. It was tight, and though there was momentary relief when the middle part cleared his entrance, he still felt the almost unnatural push.
Suddenly his body closed around it, and he realized Aya had settled it fully within him. The redhead made some minor adjustment to the visible, round base, and Yohji felt the pressure lessen, but just a little.
He didn’t think he liked this.
As Aya carefully cleaned him off with a couple tissues, Yohji purposefully wiped the frown off his face. It wouldn’t do to be so instantly displeased with what had been his own idea, and he didn’t want Aya to think he had done something wrong. The swordsman couldn’t have been any gentler, he realized, and he appreciated it.
Still, when he sat up, it was hard to smile. The plug shifted inside him, poking at an odd angle.
“It’s better to stand,” Aya directed. Already off the bed, he offered a hand. Yohji accepted, standing experimentally; Aya was right, and the plug shifted back into place, not good, but not directly painful. It felt kind of full.
Belatedly he realized that his pants were still down around his thighs and pulled them up, careful not to bend more than necessary. As he buckled his belt, he realized Aya was watching him, the want in his eyes tempered now, but not completely hidden.
“Your turn,” Yohji quipped with what he hoped was his usual voice. Reaching up, he adjusted the sunglasses on the top of his head and felt to make sure his hair was still in place.
Aya nodded, suddenly hesitant, though it barely showed.
Yohji thought it was curious, and wondered if Aya dreaded the initial insertion as much as he just had. He had never felt anything like trepidation in their lovemaking.
“Want me to do it?” Aya questioned, hand out.
Yohji realized he had been lost in thought, staring.
“No,” he returned, sure there as something more clever he could have said. Aya shrugged and began to undo his own belt.
Yohji picked up the purple plug. It was the same shape, a rounded kind of three-dimensional diamond with a wide middle and tapered ends; the base was round and flat. This one was bigger, and he now felt it was considerably so, almost five inches long and an inch and a half around the center. For a second, he didn’t want to do it, but then he remembered the important fact that Aya took his own dick on a regular basis, and that was a whole hell of a lot bigger than five inches; it would be different for Aya. Maybe.
The man in question was looking at him with concern that bordered on aggravation. His hands held up his unfastened jeans. Go on, Yohji motioned.
With a sigh that suggested he was much put-upon in the situation, Aya turned away from him and dropped the pants. Not as tight as Yohji’s, they fell easily to his knees. With quick motions, he had his briefs down as well. Yohji had expected him to mimic his own pose from earlier, but Aya got onto the bed on all fours.
Desire flared in Yohji, but he put it down, determined to see this through. Aya’s body language radiated impatience, and still, that underlying unease. Grabbing the lube from the bed, Yohji stepped behind him, noticing for the first time that Aya’s dick was half hard as it hung between his legs. Without thinking, Yohji reached around him to take it in hand, gently tugging back the foreskin as he stroked Aya, testing to see if it was real. Yeah, Aya was definitely turned on.
“Sorry,” he whispered, turning his head aside.
“What for?” Yohji asked, hand dropping away. They didn’t have time, and he wasn’t going to do Aya any favors by making it worse. “Glad I turn you on, kitten.”
Aya bristled at the nickname, all insecurity instantly hidden.
“Just get it over with, Kudou.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
His slick finger pushed into Aya, hugged by the heated passage. He worked quickly, because if he lingered, he wasn’t going to be able to resist having him. Aya was thankfully silent, pushing back as Yohji probed with two fingers together. He took them out, unable to resist a quick caress of Aya’s heated thigh.
He squeezed lube onto the plug, using his finger to coat the surface before resting it against Aya’s entrance. Dusky pink and wet with lube, it opened as he slowly pushed the toy inside. Then suddenly, Yohji felt resistance. He stopped, drew it back a bit, unable to resist imagining that hot grasp closing over his own hard cock which was starting to swell within his pants.
No, he told it silently, as if the thing ever listened. Thinking it best to have this done with before he gave in and just fucked Aya right here, Yohji pressed the plug forward again. This time Aya’s body let him, and he watched it disappear slowly. Aya made a little grunt as it settled firmly inside of him. A pale hand came back to test the position, poking at the base, and it was probably one of the most erotic things Yohji had ever seen.
“All done,” he said, voice not as strong as he had hoped. Brushing Aya’s hand away, he felt the base himself, telling himself that he was just checking to see if it was secure. When he pushed a bit, he heard Aya gasp and felt him push firmly back against him; it took Yohji a second to realize what had happened, but when he did, his trademark grin returned.
Aya’s plug was bigger, and it seemed positioned just so to nudge his prostrate when shifted.
Yohji liked that. He liked that a lot.
Testing his theory, he pushed on the plug again. Aya’s breath hitched, and he turned to glare.
“Stop it,” he demanded, gingerly sitting back on his heels. Angry or not, he was a sight to see. Kneeling on the bed, his jeans were down around his knees, revealing his uncut cock, pale and half-hard as it rested in its light nest of red hair.
Yohji had to look away, his jeans already getting uncomfortable. He heard Aya shuffle behind him.
“All day?” the redhead asked.
“Yeah,” Yohji agreed. “If you last that long.”
“Worry about yourself, Kudou.”
Aya brushed past him, walking just a little more stiffly than usual.
~tbc~
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Black Leather Roses
Chapter Six: Chantilly Hyacinth
“Don’t be stupid.”
The grin instantly slipped from Yohji’s face. Leave it to Aya to take him from suave, seductive lover to leering idiot in two seconds flat. Those weren’t the words he’d expected to hear, not after spending half the night half hard and plotting all the ways he could tease and be teased by Aya. While they had been delicate tools of stimulation when he left his own room with them, leaning in Aya’s doorway, Yohji found himself desperately wishing he had decided to pitch his plan without the visual aid of the two butt plugs which, under Aya’s steely gaze, became weighty, awkward, and inappropriate in his hands.
Quickly he tossed them to the middle of Aya’s neatly made bed. They bounced a little, landing against one another, a smoky clear and translucent purple. Aya didn’t give them a second glance; occupied with dressing for the day, he was fully focused on smoothing his snug gray t-shirt over his fitted jeans. The Yohji-approved outfit did little to assuage the blonde’s disappointment.
He heard Aya sigh, and looked up from the floor to find his lover watching him through the mirror.
“What?” he asked; it came out sharper than he’d intended. Aya’s habits were rubbing off on him.
The swordsman put down the brush he had been holding and turned to face him, leaning back, just a little, with his hands on the edge of the wooden dresser.
“Don’t look that way,” he said, half-glaring.
“What way?” Yohji wanted a cigarette. He could get one, if he was willing to abandon the point and head to the shop. But something, maybe his pride, demanded to know why he had been shot down before being allowed even a hearing. Besides, he wanted Aya to do it, damn it!
“Like a kicked puppy,” the redhead explained; it didn’t sound like something Aya would say. Of course, Yohji was learning that the man could hardly be predicted.
“Don’t kick me then,” he replied, slightly petulant. He really ought to have had his first smoke before trying this.
Aya lifted an eyebrow, clearly nowhere near giving in to the impulse to comfort his lover. Well, Yohji might have expected as much, and, even without his morning cigarette, he was still armed with an impressive array of Aya-seducing techniques which, should they fail, would at least be enjoyable in the attempt.
Before Aya had time to move, he found Yohji pressed against his back, looking over his shoulder to stare at them both in the mirror. He watched as one tanned hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, bunching the fabric as it ran upward over the soft, smooth chest while its twin rested across Aya’s flat belly, fingertips just nudging the top of the swordsman’s jeans. Aya was warm in his arms, and when Yohji turned his head to nuzzle at Aya’s hair, he found it smelled of fresh shampoo, the neck of crisp soap.
Removing his left hand from under Aya’s shirt, he used it to pull back the collar, kissing the newly exposed collar bone. He licked along the ridge before sucking a small bit of skin into his mouth, gently at first, then, as he felt his lover tense in anticipation, with more force.
Aya’s right hand came up to brace on his forearm, the other thin arm bent to catch a few strands of his hair.
“Please,” Yohji asked between audible kisses to Aya’s neck, “For me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” Aya returned, not nearly as stern as usual as his words turned breathy.
“I do. I want it. Give it to me, Aya.”
He felt the faint shudder of the body he held close and knew the battle was won. But then Aya pulled away, twisting out of his arms to stare him down.
“It’s uncomfortable,” he stated.
“Don’t care,” Yohji said, all smiles now that he was getting his way. Stepping to the bed, he grabbed the clear plug and held it out to Aya. His lover gave him a hard look, but took it, shifted it to his left hand, and looked again at Yohji.
“Lay down, on your side,” he directed, voice firm and commanding. It sent a tingle down Yohji’s spine to hear it, and he made quick work of undoing his belt and shoving his pants and thong down around his thighs. It was slightly awkward, getting on the bed with the tight garments clinging that way, but he stretched out as seductively as possible, his bare ass aimed in Aya’s direction and his head supported by his folded arm.
He shifted in anticipation and felt Aya’s long fingers trail over his hip.
His eyes were trained on the bedspread as he listened to the nightstand drawer open and close. The mattress shifted; Aya was sitting beside his legs. A hand came up, guiding his right knee up so that his top leg shifted slightly forward. It was a revealing position, and an instinctual nervousness tightened in his belly. Yohji didn’t play the submissive role, and this kind of openness was foreign and almost frightening.
“Relax,” Aya demanded, his voice softer now, his hand back on Yohji’s upper leg, soothing down the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared.
Yohji wanted to laugh, but the sound wouldn’t come. He risked a glance over his shoulder; Aya stared down at him, brows drawn in concern but eyes bright with undisguised lust. Yohji looked away and took a deep breath, willing his body to unwind itself. It was just Aya. He had seen the plug; it wasn’t big. He could take it. He was a man for fuck’s sake.
For all his mental rallying, he couldn’t help but jump when Aya’s fingertips, cool with lube, swept over his hole. Aya paused, just a second, then began to push it slowly inside. Yohji demanded himself to breathe. They had been that far before, but no further, Aya always backing down when Yohji became uncomfortable. It just wasn’t his thing, he rationalized; he just liked other things better.
So why this, now? Because he wanted Aya to like it. He knew he wanted to see that purple plug slide into Aya’s ass, and the heated looks, as Aya had chosen it in the store and just now, said more than words. Aya wanted this, and Yohji wanted Aya to want him.
Aya’s finger was all the way in, the heel of his hand gently brushing Yohji’s balls as he moved it in and out. It wasn’t bad, different and slick, but not bad.
Then there was the second finger, working slowly beside the first. Yohji felt the stretch, and he tensed.
“Okay?” Aya asked. His voice was low, sex low. It was enough to goad Yohji on. Releasing a shuddering breath, he offered a thumbs up. There was a weak chuckle, no more than an exhalation really, from Aya, and the fingers began to move again. They pushed in, meeting some resistance but only the first time; his body learned quickly, loosening around the meager intrusion so the digits slipped easily in and out.
Then Aya did it.
Yohji knew what it was, in a clinical, I-can-make-that-happen kind of way. But this knowledge didn’t stop him from crying out as his eyes closed and threatened to roll back in his head.
“Aya,” he complained. That wasn’t what they were doing.
“Sorry,” the other apologized, sounding more self-satisfied than sorry.
The fingers withdrew, dragging slickly out of him. He heard shuffling, the almost silent squeeze of the tube of lubricant. He already felt overly wet and couldn’t imagine why Aya thought he needed more.
“Ready?” Aya asked in that same bass tone.
“Yeah.”
He was ready, ready to get it over with. Part of him dreaded it, but he had his pride to think of. The plug was little, tiny, less than four inches long, the widest middle part only an inch around with the ends tapering off to only half an inch. He wasn’t afraid of that. Fuck, no.
“Fuck,” he said out loud as the end of the plug entered him. Immediately Aya pulled back. It hadn’t hurt, but he had been surprised. He heard Aya swallow audibly behind him.
“Ready?” the redhead asked again, voice unsure, as if he couldn’t figure out how to give Yohji any more warning.
“Yeah, just,” he took a breath and closed his eyes, vowing to pay attention this time.
“We don’t have to,” Aya said, softly.
“You’re not backing out of this!” It was more harsh than he intended, and he realized suddenly that it was not a good time to be antagonizing Aya, not when he was in such a tender position. But the redhead just touched his hip again, inadvertently spreading lubricant over his skin as he tried to be kind.
“I’m fine, Aya. Just do it,” he resolved. Christ, he wasn’t some virgin. Hitching his leg further forward, he pressed his teeth together and waited.
The rounded tip of the plug brushed him again, not pushing, just sitting against him in warning. Aya was taking no chances of surprising him. Yohji waited it out, trying not to tense up when it started to slip inside. Aya moved slower than slow, and Yohji felt every movement as his insides stretched around the silicone. It was tight, and though there was momentary relief when the middle part cleared his entrance, he still felt the almost unnatural push.
Suddenly his body closed around it, and he realized Aya had settled it fully within him. The redhead made some minor adjustment to the visible, round base, and Yohji felt the pressure lessen, but just a little.
He didn’t think he liked this.
As Aya carefully cleaned him off with a couple tissues, Yohji purposefully wiped the frown off his face. It wouldn’t do to be so instantly displeased with what had been his own idea, and he didn’t want Aya to think he had done something wrong. The swordsman couldn’t have been any gentler, he realized, and he appreciated it.
Still, when he sat up, it was hard to smile. The plug shifted inside him, poking at an odd angle.
“It’s better to stand,” Aya directed. Already off the bed, he offered a hand. Yohji accepted, standing experimentally; Aya was right, and the plug shifted back into place, not good, but not directly painful. It felt kind of full.
Belatedly he realized that his pants were still down around his thighs and pulled them up, careful not to bend more than necessary. As he buckled his belt, he realized Aya was watching him, the want in his eyes tempered now, but not completely hidden.
“Your turn,” Yohji quipped with what he hoped was his usual voice. Reaching up, he adjusted the sunglasses on the top of his head and felt to make sure his hair was still in place.
Aya nodded, suddenly hesitant, though it barely showed.
Yohji thought it was curious, and wondered if Aya dreaded the initial insertion as much as he just had. He had never felt anything like trepidation in their lovemaking.
“Want me to do it?” Aya questioned, hand out.
Yohji realized he had been lost in thought, staring.
“No,” he returned, sure there as something more clever he could have said. Aya shrugged and began to undo his own belt.
Yohji picked up the purple plug. It was the same shape, a rounded kind of three-dimensional diamond with a wide middle and tapered ends; the base was round and flat. This one was bigger, and he now felt it was considerably so, almost five inches long and an inch and a half around the center. For a second, he didn’t want to do it, but then he remembered the important fact that Aya took his own dick on a regular basis, and that was a whole hell of a lot bigger than five inches; it would be different for Aya. Maybe.
The man in question was looking at him with concern that bordered on aggravation. His hands held up his unfastened jeans. Go on, Yohji motioned.
With a sigh that suggested he was much put-upon in the situation, Aya turned away from him and dropped the pants. Not as tight as Yohji’s, they fell easily to his knees. With quick motions, he had his briefs down as well. Yohji had expected him to mimic his own pose from earlier, but Aya got onto the bed on all fours.
Desire flared in Yohji, but he put it down, determined to see this through. Aya’s body language radiated impatience, and still, that underlying unease. Grabbing the lube from the bed, Yohji stepped behind him, noticing for the first time that Aya’s dick was half hard as it hung between his legs. Without thinking, Yohji reached around him to take it in hand, gently tugging back the foreskin as he stroked Aya, testing to see if it was real. Yeah, Aya was definitely turned on.
“Sorry,” he whispered, turning his head aside.
“What for?” Yohji asked, hand dropping away. They didn’t have time, and he wasn’t going to do Aya any favors by making it worse. “Glad I turn you on, kitten.”
Aya bristled at the nickname, all insecurity instantly hidden.
“Just get it over with, Kudou.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
His slick finger pushed into Aya, hugged by the heated passage. He worked quickly, because if he lingered, he wasn’t going to be able to resist having him. Aya was thankfully silent, pushing back as Yohji probed with two fingers together. He took them out, unable to resist a quick caress of Aya’s heated thigh.
He squeezed lube onto the plug, using his finger to coat the surface before resting it against Aya’s entrance. Dusky pink and wet with lube, it opened as he slowly pushed the toy inside. Then suddenly, Yohji felt resistance. He stopped, drew it back a bit, unable to resist imagining that hot grasp closing over his own hard cock which was starting to swell within his pants.
No, he told it silently, as if the thing ever listened. Thinking it best to have this done with before he gave in and just fucked Aya right here, Yohji pressed the plug forward again. This time Aya’s body let him, and he watched it disappear slowly. Aya made a little grunt as it settled firmly inside of him. A pale hand came back to test the position, poking at the base, and it was probably one of the most erotic things Yohji had ever seen.
“All done,” he said, voice not as strong as he had hoped. Brushing Aya’s hand away, he felt the base himself, telling himself that he was just checking to see if it was secure. When he pushed a bit, he heard Aya gasp and felt him push firmly back against him; it took Yohji a second to realize what had happened, but when he did, his trademark grin returned.
Aya’s plug was bigger, and it seemed positioned just so to nudge his prostrate when shifted.
Yohji liked that. He liked that a lot.
Testing his theory, he pushed on the plug again. Aya’s breath hitched, and he turned to glare.
“Stop it,” he demanded, gingerly sitting back on his heels. Angry or not, he was a sight to see. Kneeling on the bed, his jeans were down around his knees, revealing his uncut cock, pale and half-hard as it rested in its light nest of red hair.
Yohji had to look away, his jeans already getting uncomfortable. He heard Aya shuffle behind him.
“All day?” the redhead asked.
“Yeah,” Yohji agreed. “If you last that long.”
“Worry about yourself, Kudou.”
Aya brushed past him, walking just a little more stiffly than usual.
~tbc~
I’m sure the boys won’t cause any trouble in the shop…unless you want them to, that is. Review to encourage them to be good.
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