Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 4
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
’s notes: to make up for her not being able to type last night she’s sleeping over at my house and we’re writing this chapter together, literally. LOL! Hope it turns out good.
Chapter 4
Yohji shook his head, trying not to laugh. Aya was following him around. The redhead would stand there with his fingers drumming against the trim in whatever doorway he chose to watch Yohji from.
“Aya, why don’t we sit down and talk,” Aya’s eyes widened. Did he really think Yohji wouldn’t notice his constant presence.
At least Aya had taken a hot bath to get his temperature back to normal before he’d started stalking Yohji. The man wasn’t shaking anymore, but his eyes were so…confused was the best word Yohji could come up with to describe it.
Yohji chuckled as he walked over to Aya and took the man by the arm, leading him toward the couch.
“Tell me, do you have any questions for me?” He reached over and tucked one of Aya’s eartails behind his ear. Aya jerked back like Yohji had punched him.
“I…no!” Aya looked down at his hands.
“Yes you do, ane there’s nothing wrong with curiosity. Its normal to be curious about something you don’t understand yet.” Yohji wanted to lean in and press his lips to Aya’s. The man looked so vulnerable right now that Yohji just wanted to jump him.
“What’s a good hurt?” Aya still refused to look at him. Yohji slid his fingers under Aya’s chin and tilted his head back to look him in the eye.
“A good hurt starts out slow. You need to start out with lighter hits to get your body ready, like spanking, or twisting a nipple, something like that. Then you build the pain up higher and higher. When things get really intense that’s when the game really starts. There’s always a safety word, and once you say it your partner stops right away.”
“So if I punched you it wouldn’t excite you? What if I choked you?” Aya looked at him finally.
“Nope, that’s too much. Some people like to be choked, but not me. And hardly anyone would enjoy getting punched. The only reason I bait you into punching me is because I’m bored.
Here, let me show you something. Its simple and it won’t hurt much. It starts out slowly, gently, and then just a little bit of pain to leave a mark behind. Is that alright?” Yohji wasn’t about to do it unless Aya agreed. Yeah, he knew he was taking advantage of Aya’s vulnerability, but the man needed to be shown. It was easier to learn that way. Besides, Yohji would rather claim Aya then sit there describing it.
“I…Its okay? Are you sure?” Aya asked, looking doubtful. “Why would you want to show me?” Damn, ever the suspicious one!
“Because you were taken from a normal life before you could learn what most teenagers know. You missed out and…” okay, so he was somewhat quoting Omi, but the kid had been right.
“I…I think its okay,” Aya nodded. That was all the incentive Yohji needed. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Aya’s. The redhead was stock still, letting him but unsure of how to join in.
“I need you to open your mouth just a little bit, Aya. And then follow my lead,” Yohji cupped Aya’s blushing cheek in his hand.
“Open my mouth? Why?” Yohji wanted to give him a good shake right now. Did he have to ask so many damned questions?
“Just do it, okay?” Aya nodded. Yohji leaned in and pressed their lips together. This time Aya had his lips parted for him. Yohji delved his tongue inside, startling Aya, who tensed up all over like he was going to pull away.
Yohji plundered his mouth shamelessly, sucking Aya’s tongue into his mouth while tasting him. Yohji wanted to jump for joy when Aya gasped into his mouth, followed by a quiet groan. Aya was leaning into him while Yohji intensified the kiss, bringing soft noises out of the redhead.
Yohji pulled back enough from the intense kiss to catch Aya’s bottom lip in his teeth and pull gently. Aya’s glazed over eyes watched him. Yohji slid one of his hands down to palm Aya though his leather pants. He rubbed slowly up and down while the redhead gasped.
Yohji gently pushed Aya down onto his back and climbed on top of him. He pushed his hips roughly down onto Aya’s, undulating against him. Aya whimpered as Yohji slid a hand awkwardly into his pants and gave him a light squeeze. He stroked and squeezed, tightening his fist harder and harder.
“Yohji, I…something feels…”
“I know, just let it go.” Had Aya never come before? Had he never touched himself? Yohji couldn’t imagine living like that. He had to have something every day, whether it was a warm body or the palm of his hand.
He pushed Aya’s hand between them, guiding it down his own pants.
“What do I…” Aya’s eyes widened. Yohji felt Aya erupt into his hands.
“Just follow my lead,” Yohji leaned in and kissed him lightly on the side of the neck. Aya tightened his hands into a fist. Immediately the redhead gripped him too tightly.
“Build up to it, Aya,” Yohji carefully drew Aya’s hand out of his pants. Hell yeah he wanted Aya to touch him, but the man didn’t know his own strength yet.
“Watch, Aya.” Yohji unzipped his pants and freed himself. Aya’s eyes were wide like a deer in lights as Yohji fisted his member before stroking up and down. He tightened his fist a bit, stroking faster. It didn’t take long for him to come, not when Aya was so close and he’d been able to taste and touch him. Aya’s glazed over eyes watched him intensely as he came.
“Do you get what I mean about intensity, Aya?” The redhead nodded.
“Do you have any other questions right now?”
“How can you trust strangers to stop?”
“They’ll stop in a public place, but when you’re in a room alone with them you never know what they might do. That’s why I usually stay in clubs.” Aya nodded, staring at him. If he didn’t know better he’d swear Aya was looking at his lips.
God, Yohji would give anything to devour him right now. But he had to be patient. Aya was just learning and still had no clue that Yohji was serious about him.
“Thank you,” Aya said, standing up and walking away.
“Any time, Aya,” and he meant it, anytime!!!
Chapter 4
Yohji shook his head, trying not to laugh. Aya was following him around. The redhead would stand there with his fingers drumming against the trim in whatever doorway he chose to watch Yohji from.
“Aya, why don’t we sit down and talk,” Aya’s eyes widened. Did he really think Yohji wouldn’t notice his constant presence.
At least Aya had taken a hot bath to get his temperature back to normal before he’d started stalking Yohji. The man wasn’t shaking anymore, but his eyes were so…confused was the best word Yohji could come up with to describe it.
Yohji chuckled as he walked over to Aya and took the man by the arm, leading him toward the couch.
“Tell me, do you have any questions for me?” He reached over and tucked one of Aya’s eartails behind his ear. Aya jerked back like Yohji had punched him.
“I…no!” Aya looked down at his hands.
“Yes you do, ane there’s nothing wrong with curiosity. Its normal to be curious about something you don’t understand yet.” Yohji wanted to lean in and press his lips to Aya’s. The man looked so vulnerable right now that Yohji just wanted to jump him.
“What’s a good hurt?” Aya still refused to look at him. Yohji slid his fingers under Aya’s chin and tilted his head back to look him in the eye.
“A good hurt starts out slow. You need to start out with lighter hits to get your body ready, like spanking, or twisting a nipple, something like that. Then you build the pain up higher and higher. When things get really intense that’s when the game really starts. There’s always a safety word, and once you say it your partner stops right away.”
“So if I punched you it wouldn’t excite you? What if I choked you?” Aya looked at him finally.
“Nope, that’s too much. Some people like to be choked, but not me. And hardly anyone would enjoy getting punched. The only reason I bait you into punching me is because I’m bored.
Here, let me show you something. Its simple and it won’t hurt much. It starts out slowly, gently, and then just a little bit of pain to leave a mark behind. Is that alright?” Yohji wasn’t about to do it unless Aya agreed. Yeah, he knew he was taking advantage of Aya’s vulnerability, but the man needed to be shown. It was easier to learn that way. Besides, Yohji would rather claim Aya then sit there describing it.
“I…Its okay? Are you sure?” Aya asked, looking doubtful. “Why would you want to show me?” Damn, ever the suspicious one!
“Because you were taken from a normal life before you could learn what most teenagers know. You missed out and…” okay, so he was somewhat quoting Omi, but the kid had been right.
“I…I think its okay,” Aya nodded. That was all the incentive Yohji needed. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Aya’s. The redhead was stock still, letting him but unsure of how to join in.
“I need you to open your mouth just a little bit, Aya. And then follow my lead,” Yohji cupped Aya’s blushing cheek in his hand.
“Open my mouth? Why?” Yohji wanted to give him a good shake right now. Did he have to ask so many damned questions?
“Just do it, okay?” Aya nodded. Yohji leaned in and pressed their lips together. This time Aya had his lips parted for him. Yohji delved his tongue inside, startling Aya, who tensed up all over like he was going to pull away.
Yohji plundered his mouth shamelessly, sucking Aya’s tongue into his mouth while tasting him. Yohji wanted to jump for joy when Aya gasped into his mouth, followed by a quiet groan. Aya was leaning into him while Yohji intensified the kiss, bringing soft noises out of the redhead.
Yohji pulled back enough from the intense kiss to catch Aya’s bottom lip in his teeth and pull gently. Aya’s glazed over eyes watched him. Yohji slid one of his hands down to palm Aya though his leather pants. He rubbed slowly up and down while the redhead gasped.
Yohji gently pushed Aya down onto his back and climbed on top of him. He pushed his hips roughly down onto Aya’s, undulating against him. Aya whimpered as Yohji slid a hand awkwardly into his pants and gave him a light squeeze. He stroked and squeezed, tightening his fist harder and harder.
“Yohji, I…something feels…”
“I know, just let it go.” Had Aya never come before? Had he never touched himself? Yohji couldn’t imagine living like that. He had to have something every day, whether it was a warm body or the palm of his hand.
He pushed Aya’s hand between them, guiding it down his own pants.
“What do I…” Aya’s eyes widened. Yohji felt Aya erupt into his hands.
“Just follow my lead,” Yohji leaned in and kissed him lightly on the side of the neck. Aya tightened his hands into a fist. Immediately the redhead gripped him too tightly.
“Build up to it, Aya,” Yohji carefully drew Aya’s hand out of his pants. Hell yeah he wanted Aya to touch him, but the man didn’t know his own strength yet.
“Watch, Aya.” Yohji unzipped his pants and freed himself. Aya’s eyes were wide like a deer in lights as Yohji fisted his member before stroking up and down. He tightened his fist a bit, stroking faster. It didn’t take long for him to come, not when Aya was so close and he’d been able to taste and touch him. Aya’s glazed over eyes watched him intensely as he came.
“Do you get what I mean about intensity, Aya?” The redhead nodded.
“Do you have any other questions right now?”
“How can you trust strangers to stop?”
“They’ll stop in a public place, but when you’re in a room alone with them you never know what they might do. That’s why I usually stay in clubs.” Aya nodded, staring at him. If he didn’t know better he’d swear Aya was looking at his lips.
God, Yohji would give anything to devour him right now. But he had to be patient. Aya was just learning and still had no clue that Yohji was serious about him.
“Thank you,” Aya said, standing up and walking away.
“Any time, Aya,” and he meant it, anytime!!!