Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Little Red Phone Booth ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
An internationally flavored lemon.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 881 | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
An internationally flavored lemon.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 881 | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: Just a quick little fic here and a bit of an explanation at my long delay in posting anything. You see, I'm out of the counrty at the moment, studying literature for a year in London, England. I've been really busy, but I've found just a little time to write fanfiction as well, so expect some more stuff from me (better than this, I hope) in the months to come.
Little Red Phone Booth
The road was lit by yellow circles thrown from the street lights, they stepped from one to another as Yohji walked quickly ahead, tugging Aya along by the hand. The swordsman allowed himself to be dragged along, hoping to find an end to their search quickly and knowing that Yohji had no exact ideas. Apparently spotting something that would do, Yohji turned sharply and headed down a wide alley between two buildings. There stood two classic red telephone booths.
Yohji didn't try to speak over the sharp wind that was blowing. He dropped Aya's hand to open the door and gently pushed the swordsman inside. Aya faced the phone, thankful to be out of the cool air, but unable to relax as the blond pressed close against him and closed the door. Finally able to be heard, Yohji whispered warmly in his ear.
"Okay?" The question was really unnecessary as the taller man pressed his hand against the front of Aya's pants and found that yes indeed everything was very much okay and very much ready for whatever it was he had in mind. Yohji made quick work of Aya's belt and soon had the buttons of his jeans undone. Amethyst eyes closed in pleasure as Yohji's hand slipped past the cloth edges to press firmly against his erection.
An expert at what he was doing, Yohji rocked his hips against Aya's bottom, leaning down to lick at his neck. This, however did not go on long as the room was limited as was the time either of them had left. Never stepping away, unable to, Yohji pushed Aya's pants down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor of the telephone booth; his boxers followed. Aya would have been worried of being exposed in public save for the fact that two wonderful hands began work on him as soon as the pants had been removed. They stroked and teased in expert fashion causing his breath to come faster and making him unable to suppress his moans.
Desperately wanting to return the favor, Aya tried to reach back but found himself unable to turn in the small square. Feeling his lover tense in frustration, Yohji left off in his ministrations to hurry on. One arm wrapped possessively about his swordsman's waist, Yohji used his free hand to dig a tube of lubricant from his left pocket. Gently he pressed Aya forward so that the redhead's hands and chest lay against the phone and his back was slightly bent, pert bottom pressing just against Yohji.
With a smile, Yohji undid his own pants, struggling a moment with the tight material and getting it just far enough down to free his own hardness. He ran an appreciative touch over Aya's bottom before coating himself with lubricant. Again he caught the shorter man's waist with one arm and used his other hand to guide the tip of his erection to the tight entrance he knew so well. Aya tried to relax, expecting the pain, knowing it would come, and knowing it would go. Still he jumped as Yohji pushed into him, bringing their bodies into flush contact.
Yohji waited, taking the quiet moment to brush Aya's hair back. The stillness lasted only a second, both impatient, both wanting. Aya pressed back, Yohji took the hint easily, pushing him forward again with a shove of his hips. Taking firm hold on the redhead, Yohji took up the familiar rhythm as he thrust into him again and again.
"Yohji," Aya gasped as the blond adjusted his movement oh so slightly to hit that one certain spot. His name on his lover's lips only increased his passion. He pushed harder into Aya, again and again, knocking his against the phone that fell nosily from its place on the wall. Neither of them noticed. Aya panted in his arms, crying out in pleasure with each motion of Yohji's hips.
Yohji was the first to come, pulling the other to his chest and hugging him tightly as he found his release. Still in the warm glow of orgasm, he reached to stroke Aya's hardness with a firm, quick hand, making a quick end of it as Aya came, shooting thin lines of white seed onto the grimy floor.
They stood in the quiet, listening to their own ragged breaths and the wind that waited just outside.
"Aya, I—"
Yohji's words were cut off as the phone began to beep.
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again..."
end
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Little Red Phone Booth
The road was lit by yellow circles thrown from the street lights, they stepped from one to another as Yohji walked quickly ahead, tugging Aya along by the hand. The swordsman allowed himself to be dragged along, hoping to find an end to their search quickly and knowing that Yohji had no exact ideas. Apparently spotting something that would do, Yohji turned sharply and headed down a wide alley between two buildings. There stood two classic red telephone booths.
Yohji didn't try to speak over the sharp wind that was blowing. He dropped Aya's hand to open the door and gently pushed the swordsman inside. Aya faced the phone, thankful to be out of the cool air, but unable to relax as the blond pressed close against him and closed the door. Finally able to be heard, Yohji whispered warmly in his ear.
"Okay?" The question was really unnecessary as the taller man pressed his hand against the front of Aya's pants and found that yes indeed everything was very much okay and very much ready for whatever it was he had in mind. Yohji made quick work of Aya's belt and soon had the buttons of his jeans undone. Amethyst eyes closed in pleasure as Yohji's hand slipped past the cloth edges to press firmly against his erection.
An expert at what he was doing, Yohji rocked his hips against Aya's bottom, leaning down to lick at his neck. This, however did not go on long as the room was limited as was the time either of them had left. Never stepping away, unable to, Yohji pushed Aya's pants down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor of the telephone booth; his boxers followed. Aya would have been worried of being exposed in public save for the fact that two wonderful hands began work on him as soon as the pants had been removed. They stroked and teased in expert fashion causing his breath to come faster and making him unable to suppress his moans.
Desperately wanting to return the favor, Aya tried to reach back but found himself unable to turn in the small square. Feeling his lover tense in frustration, Yohji left off in his ministrations to hurry on. One arm wrapped possessively about his swordsman's waist, Yohji used his free hand to dig a tube of lubricant from his left pocket. Gently he pressed Aya forward so that the redhead's hands and chest lay against the phone and his back was slightly bent, pert bottom pressing just against Yohji.
With a smile, Yohji undid his own pants, struggling a moment with the tight material and getting it just far enough down to free his own hardness. He ran an appreciative touch over Aya's bottom before coating himself with lubricant. Again he caught the shorter man's waist with one arm and used his other hand to guide the tip of his erection to the tight entrance he knew so well. Aya tried to relax, expecting the pain, knowing it would come, and knowing it would go. Still he jumped as Yohji pushed into him, bringing their bodies into flush contact.
Yohji waited, taking the quiet moment to brush Aya's hair back. The stillness lasted only a second, both impatient, both wanting. Aya pressed back, Yohji took the hint easily, pushing him forward again with a shove of his hips. Taking firm hold on the redhead, Yohji took up the familiar rhythm as he thrust into him again and again.
"Yohji," Aya gasped as the blond adjusted his movement oh so slightly to hit that one certain spot. His name on his lover's lips only increased his passion. He pushed harder into Aya, again and again, knocking his against the phone that fell nosily from its place on the wall. Neither of them noticed. Aya panted in his arms, crying out in pleasure with each motion of Yohji's hips.
Yohji was the first to come, pulling the other to his chest and hugging him tightly as he found his release. Still in the warm glow of orgasm, he reached to stroke Aya's hardness with a firm, quick hand, making a quick end of it as Aya came, shooting thin lines of white seed onto the grimy floor.
They stood in the quiet, listening to their own ragged breaths and the wind that waited just outside.
"Aya, I—"
Yohji's words were cut off as the phone began to beep.
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again..."
end
Not much here, review anyway? Please?