Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Not Again! ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Elfen 
Aya has trouble getting to sleep.
Yaoi: AyaxYohji
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.23.2004 | Updated On: 07.23.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 505 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Aya has trouble getting to sleep.
Yaoi: AyaxYohji
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.23.2004 | Updated On: 07.23.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 505 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
“Aya...oh gods...fuck...nearly there...” Yohji panted out the words in breathless gasps, their coherency de-evolving into throaty groans of pleasure. His lean body tried desperately to bow and arch at the same time, torn between the desire to thrust into the tight tunnel of his lover’s hand encircling his cock, or to push back against his lover in effort to drive the man’s cock further into him. Both felt too good to be believed. He didn’t know how much more he could take before he shattered into a million pieces.
Aya gripped the blond’s hip tighter with one hand, driving his cock in hard and deep, his own low, rumbling voice disintegrating into guttural moans as he fucked the man beneath him with unerring speed and accuracy, making sure to hit Yohji’s sweet spot on every downward piston. His other hand was a blur along the length of the older man’s shaft, almost punishing in its effort to send him over the edge. Aya felt himself teetering there, on the precipice of release, needing only a nudge to send him over. A bead of perspiration coursed down his nose and off the tip, dripping onto his lover’s back.
As if on cue Yohji finally broke, his orgasm ripping a scream from his lungs as he pumped helplessly into Aya’s waiting hand. Seconds later the redhead followed him, hips flexing forward one last time as he came with a loud grunt, slumping bonelessly over Yohji’s back as he filled him in a warm rush. Together they remained, relearning how to breathe as they willed their pounding hearts to stay inside their bodies.
It was Yohji who spoke first, although this was hardly surprising considering the man’s ability to recover from vigorous sex in record time. “Mmmmm...better?” he asked, voice rough-edged and a little hoarse from over-use. He stretched out beneath Aya, pressing his face against one of the pillows as he rested his tired hands and wrists. From behind him came a quiet sigh that, while content to some degree, still suggested that all was not well.
“No.” Aya carefully slid out of his lover’s body, fingers caressing down the length of the Yohji’s spine and curling over one well-toned buttock. He sat back on his heels and glanced down at himself, again sighing. “I’m still not sleepy.”
Now it was Yohji’s turn to sigh, the sound tired and the tiniest bit exasperated. “Alright, give me a few to recover and we can try it again. Aya, just be sure that next time you actually read the directions on the bottle. Or better yet, don’t borrow Omi’s caffeine pills. Ever again. And sure as hell don’t take three times the dosage. I never thought I’d complain, but we've been at this for four fucking hours. At least it’s my turn to be on top....”
Aya gripped the blond’s hip tighter with one hand, driving his cock in hard and deep, his own low, rumbling voice disintegrating into guttural moans as he fucked the man beneath him with unerring speed and accuracy, making sure to hit Yohji’s sweet spot on every downward piston. His other hand was a blur along the length of the older man’s shaft, almost punishing in its effort to send him over the edge. Aya felt himself teetering there, on the precipice of release, needing only a nudge to send him over. A bead of perspiration coursed down his nose and off the tip, dripping onto his lover’s back.
As if on cue Yohji finally broke, his orgasm ripping a scream from his lungs as he pumped helplessly into Aya’s waiting hand. Seconds later the redhead followed him, hips flexing forward one last time as he came with a loud grunt, slumping bonelessly over Yohji’s back as he filled him in a warm rush. Together they remained, relearning how to breathe as they willed their pounding hearts to stay inside their bodies.
It was Yohji who spoke first, although this was hardly surprising considering the man’s ability to recover from vigorous sex in record time. “Mmmmm...better?” he asked, voice rough-edged and a little hoarse from over-use. He stretched out beneath Aya, pressing his face against one of the pillows as he rested his tired hands and wrists. From behind him came a quiet sigh that, while content to some degree, still suggested that all was not well.
“No.” Aya carefully slid out of his lover’s body, fingers caressing down the length of the Yohji’s spine and curling over one well-toned buttock. He sat back on his heels and glanced down at himself, again sighing. “I’m still not sleepy.”
Now it was Yohji’s turn to sigh, the sound tired and the tiniest bit exasperated. “Alright, give me a few to recover and we can try it again. Aya, just be sure that next time you actually read the directions on the bottle. Or better yet, don’t borrow Omi’s caffeine pills. Ever again. And sure as hell don’t take three times the dosage. I never thought I’d complain, but we've been at this for four fucking hours. At least it’s my turn to be on top....”