Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 30
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.15.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 865 | Visits: 266 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.15.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 865 | Visits: 266 | Status: Completed
30
“Yohji, I can’t believe you let Aya drink that much again!” Omi griped, obviously having had enough of Aya’s attitude for one night.
“Yeah, well, I tried to teach him how to properly drink wine so that it lasts, but he didn’t really seem to care. He was too busy hiding from the fan girl waitress.” Yohji chuckled.
“I was not hiding!” Aya growled.
“Yeah, you were, but it was adorable.” Yohji walked over to Aya and slid his arms around the swordsman’s waist, pulling him close.
“What do you say we take this upstairs?” Aya grinned in agreement. It was all the incentive Yohji needed to drag Aya up into his bedroom and pull his shirt up over his head.
Aya’s movements were a bit clumsy, but he shucked off his pants and started helping him with his own pants as Yohji pulled his own shirt off.
“You look so good, baby,” Yohji said as he pulled Aya in for a kiss.
“How good? Show me,” Aya teased, sucking up a mark on his neck. Oh, Aya was getting really good at that.
“I think I can manage that,” Yohji shoved Aya down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
Aya reacted by wrapping him in his limbs.
“You think you can handle me again so soon?” Yohji asked, even as he slicked up his fingers with lube. He wanted to be sure that he didn’t hurt Aya.
“You don’t have to worry about that. The pain’s already faded to almost nothing, now do it before I start thinking you don’t want me,” Aya was challenging him with intense eyes.
“I’ll always want you, baby, any way I can get you,” he worked his way up to three fingers, watching Aya’s face carefully. The man didn’t look as pained as last time. That was a good sign.
He carefully pushed his way inside of Aya, kissing him as the redhead cried out, swallowing down those soft noises.
Aya was meeting him thrust by thrust, pushing him even further inside that tight heat.
“I could fuck you until we both starved to death,” Yohji growled, sucking up a mark on his neck.
“Now that was an image I could’ve done without. Anyone ever tell you that you’re fucking romantic,” Aya teased between panting breaths.
“Just telling it like it is,” Yohji left another mark on Aya’s neck, making him groan. He didn’t last long, not with the way Aya was undulating beneath him. As he came he heard Aya gasp, his back arching up so that they were pressed flush against each other.
Yohji rolled off of him, pulling Aya up against his chest.
“Feels so good to be inside of you, baby.” Yohji panted, kissing Aya lightly on the lips.
Aya’s warm hand slid up to cup his cheek, drawing him in for a deeper languorous kiss.
A knock at the door nearly made him jump out of his skin.
“Get decent, guys, Omi is almost done cooking dinner,” Ken’s voice rang out.
“Guy’s even more of a mood killer than you are, baby.”
“Hn. You know, I made sure to hardly say a thing this time. You were the one who said something utterly creepy. Nearly made me turn straight with that comment,” Aya chuckled.
“Which one?” Yohji knew damned well which one.
“Smartass,” Aya nuzzled into his neck.
“I suppose we should get some clothes on or Omi’s going to march in here and drag us down.” Yohji slid out of the bed, dragging Aya by the hand.
“You should wear some of my clothes again. You look hot in them.”
“They’re really tight.” Aya groaned.
“That’s the point. Pants are supposed to be tight so I can stare at your ass all day long.”
“You’ve had enough of my ass for now.” Aya was already in his closet pulling out a pair of leather pants and a black tank top.
“I’ll never have enough of your ass, Aya,” Yohji kissed the side of his neck before going and getting some clothes of his own, making sure to match Aya with leather pants and a shirt that showed his midriff.
“I love you, baby. Don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Back at you, letch,” Yohji laughed and pulled Aya in for a kiss. He was more than glad of the way things had turned out.
He’d thought there was no way that Aya would ever look his way, and now he had his heart completely, and he’d be damned if he’d ever let go.
“Yohji, I can’t believe you let Aya drink that much again!” Omi griped, obviously having had enough of Aya’s attitude for one night.
“Yeah, well, I tried to teach him how to properly drink wine so that it lasts, but he didn’t really seem to care. He was too busy hiding from the fan girl waitress.” Yohji chuckled.
“I was not hiding!” Aya growled.
“Yeah, you were, but it was adorable.” Yohji walked over to Aya and slid his arms around the swordsman’s waist, pulling him close.
“What do you say we take this upstairs?” Aya grinned in agreement. It was all the incentive Yohji needed to drag Aya up into his bedroom and pull his shirt up over his head.
Aya’s movements were a bit clumsy, but he shucked off his pants and started helping him with his own pants as Yohji pulled his own shirt off.
“You look so good, baby,” Yohji said as he pulled Aya in for a kiss.
“How good? Show me,” Aya teased, sucking up a mark on his neck. Oh, Aya was getting really good at that.
“I think I can manage that,” Yohji shoved Aya down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
Aya reacted by wrapping him in his limbs.
“You think you can handle me again so soon?” Yohji asked, even as he slicked up his fingers with lube. He wanted to be sure that he didn’t hurt Aya.
“You don’t have to worry about that. The pain’s already faded to almost nothing, now do it before I start thinking you don’t want me,” Aya was challenging him with intense eyes.
“I’ll always want you, baby, any way I can get you,” he worked his way up to three fingers, watching Aya’s face carefully. The man didn’t look as pained as last time. That was a good sign.
He carefully pushed his way inside of Aya, kissing him as the redhead cried out, swallowing down those soft noises.
Aya was meeting him thrust by thrust, pushing him even further inside that tight heat.
“I could fuck you until we both starved to death,” Yohji growled, sucking up a mark on his neck.
“Now that was an image I could’ve done without. Anyone ever tell you that you’re fucking romantic,” Aya teased between panting breaths.
“Just telling it like it is,” Yohji left another mark on Aya’s neck, making him groan. He didn’t last long, not with the way Aya was undulating beneath him. As he came he heard Aya gasp, his back arching up so that they were pressed flush against each other.
Yohji rolled off of him, pulling Aya up against his chest.
“Feels so good to be inside of you, baby.” Yohji panted, kissing Aya lightly on the lips.
Aya’s warm hand slid up to cup his cheek, drawing him in for a deeper languorous kiss.
A knock at the door nearly made him jump out of his skin.
“Get decent, guys, Omi is almost done cooking dinner,” Ken’s voice rang out.
“Guy’s even more of a mood killer than you are, baby.”
“Hn. You know, I made sure to hardly say a thing this time. You were the one who said something utterly creepy. Nearly made me turn straight with that comment,” Aya chuckled.
“Which one?” Yohji knew damned well which one.
“Smartass,” Aya nuzzled into his neck.
“I suppose we should get some clothes on or Omi’s going to march in here and drag us down.” Yohji slid out of the bed, dragging Aya by the hand.
“You should wear some of my clothes again. You look hot in them.”
“They’re really tight.” Aya groaned.
“That’s the point. Pants are supposed to be tight so I can stare at your ass all day long.”
“You’ve had enough of my ass for now.” Aya was already in his closet pulling out a pair of leather pants and a black tank top.
“I’ll never have enough of your ass, Aya,” Yohji kissed the side of his neck before going and getting some clothes of his own, making sure to match Aya with leather pants and a shirt that showed his midriff.
“I love you, baby. Don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Back at you, letch,” Yohji laughed and pulled Aya in for a kiss. He was more than glad of the way things had turned out.
He’d thought there was no way that Aya would ever look his way, and now he had his heart completely, and he’d be damned if he’d ever let go.