Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Chapter Five: Sexy Can I ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 852 | Visits: 202 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 852 | Visits: 202 | Status: Completed
Ten Songs About Sex
Track Five: Sexy Can I
He felt himself smiling before he could stop it, and as much as he wanted to yell at Yohji to stop being so damned smug about it, the blonde’s look melted into a wide grin that was too honest to argue with. Carefully, having to concentrate to make his hands do as he ordered, Aya lifted the sunglasses from his own face and handed them back to his friend.
“Cute. Very cute,” Yohji commented. And Aya didn’t want to hit him.
~*~
“Omi,” Aya hissed in his ear. The redhead had crawled along the bench and was leaning close to him, one hand catching his shirt sleeve as he tried to balance on his knees on the seat beside the younger boy. “Gi’me your socks.”
He could smell the alcohol on the man’s breath, but the fake stealth of the request made him laugh. Kyoko giggled on the other side of him.
“Do it, Omi,” she poked his leg with one brightly painted nail. Aya’s eyes drifted to her, widening just a little.
“Can I have your ribbon?”
“Well, I think it will clash with your hair,” she commented, already untying one of the pink bows, “but here.”
He nodded in thanks and stared insistently at Omi’s socks. The blonde shrugged, toed off his shoes, and handed over the items of interest which were quickly taken back to Aya and Yohji’s dark corner to be used in questionable ways.
Omi wondered if he could ask Kyoko for her shirt, but he was instantly done one better as Yohji yelled over:
“Kyoko-chan, can I borrow your bra?”
Without missing a beat, she replied, “It’s not your size!”
~*~
Maybe not such a prude, Yohji decided. Of course, three margaritas could make anyone that size loosen up. He’d seen the chibis sneaking them earlier, but who was he to ruin adolescent fun? The responsible adult role never really appealed to him anyway; he preferred immature troublemaker.
Currently, this was of little matter as Aya was trying to shove Omi’s balled up socks down his shirt.
Yohji was wearing a bra; it ought to have bothered him, but if it got Aya’s hands down his shirt, he’d wear a corset and pantaloons.
“Hold still,” Aya demanded when Yohji jumped in response to an inadvertent brush of his nipple.
~*~
“My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps!” Yohji stroked and jiggled his fake breasts as he flounced around the stage. Kyoko’s bow hung loosely from the side of his hair.
Ken, Traci’s orange blouse stretched tightly over his arms and chest, turned his butt to the audience and tried to bounce it, “What’re gonna do with all that breast, all that breast inside that shirt?”
“I’m gonna make you, make you work. Make you work, work, make you work.”
Yohji brushed his pseudo-breasts against Ken’s.
“I love lesbians,” Minako leaned over to inform Kyoko.
The younger girl nodded, slowly.
~*~
Yohji could feel the calluses on Aya’s fingertips as they ran up his sides, slowly pushing up the fabric of his shirt. It was lifted over his head, and Aya leaned close, pressing them together as he wound his hands behind Yohji’s back.
There was an Aya in his lap, and Yohji didn’t dare move. Instead, he placed his hands on Aya’s back, temptingly close to his bottom and pulled him in closer, allowing the younger man to straddle his upper thighs as he reached to undo Yohji’s bra. Hm, he had never been on this side of the situation. It ought to have funny that Aya was having trouble with the clasp, pressing himself inadvertently closer as he tried to look over Yohji’s shoulder, both hands working on the piece of fabric. It should have been hilarious, but Yohji was lost in the weight of Aya over his pelvis, the brush of Aya’s silk shirt against his bare stomach, and the soft feel of red hair as it swept against his cheek.
If he got hard right now, Aya was going to kill him. Yohji tried to think unsexy thoughts, but somewhere between Ken’s sweat socks and dust bunnies he thought of Aya’s sword and, with a slight slip of meanings, lost the battle completely.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: *imitates a famous actor* Do you have any tattoos, readers?
Miko: Don’t make me get the newspaper.
Evil Hentai Slug: *continues to leer at readers and gestures conspiratorially to the review button as if to suggest you’ll talk there later*
Track Five: Sexy Can I
He felt himself smiling before he could stop it, and as much as he wanted to yell at Yohji to stop being so damned smug about it, the blonde’s look melted into a wide grin that was too honest to argue with. Carefully, having to concentrate to make his hands do as he ordered, Aya lifted the sunglasses from his own face and handed them back to his friend.
“Cute. Very cute,” Yohji commented. And Aya didn’t want to hit him.
~*~
“Omi,” Aya hissed in his ear. The redhead had crawled along the bench and was leaning close to him, one hand catching his shirt sleeve as he tried to balance on his knees on the seat beside the younger boy. “Gi’me your socks.”
He could smell the alcohol on the man’s breath, but the fake stealth of the request made him laugh. Kyoko giggled on the other side of him.
“Do it, Omi,” she poked his leg with one brightly painted nail. Aya’s eyes drifted to her, widening just a little.
“Can I have your ribbon?”
“Well, I think it will clash with your hair,” she commented, already untying one of the pink bows, “but here.”
He nodded in thanks and stared insistently at Omi’s socks. The blonde shrugged, toed off his shoes, and handed over the items of interest which were quickly taken back to Aya and Yohji’s dark corner to be used in questionable ways.
Omi wondered if he could ask Kyoko for her shirt, but he was instantly done one better as Yohji yelled over:
“Kyoko-chan, can I borrow your bra?”
Without missing a beat, she replied, “It’s not your size!”
~*~
Maybe not such a prude, Yohji decided. Of course, three margaritas could make anyone that size loosen up. He’d seen the chibis sneaking them earlier, but who was he to ruin adolescent fun? The responsible adult role never really appealed to him anyway; he preferred immature troublemaker.
Currently, this was of little matter as Aya was trying to shove Omi’s balled up socks down his shirt.
Yohji was wearing a bra; it ought to have bothered him, but if it got Aya’s hands down his shirt, he’d wear a corset and pantaloons.
“Hold still,” Aya demanded when Yohji jumped in response to an inadvertent brush of his nipple.
~*~
“My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps!” Yohji stroked and jiggled his fake breasts as he flounced around the stage. Kyoko’s bow hung loosely from the side of his hair.
Ken, Traci’s orange blouse stretched tightly over his arms and chest, turned his butt to the audience and tried to bounce it, “What’re gonna do with all that breast, all that breast inside that shirt?”
“I’m gonna make you, make you work. Make you work, work, make you work.”
Yohji brushed his pseudo-breasts against Ken’s.
“I love lesbians,” Minako leaned over to inform Kyoko.
The younger girl nodded, slowly.
~*~
Yohji could feel the calluses on Aya’s fingertips as they ran up his sides, slowly pushing up the fabric of his shirt. It was lifted over his head, and Aya leaned close, pressing them together as he wound his hands behind Yohji’s back.
There was an Aya in his lap, and Yohji didn’t dare move. Instead, he placed his hands on Aya’s back, temptingly close to his bottom and pulled him in closer, allowing the younger man to straddle his upper thighs as he reached to undo Yohji’s bra. Hm, he had never been on this side of the situation. It ought to have funny that Aya was having trouble with the clasp, pressing himself inadvertently closer as he tried to look over Yohji’s shoulder, both hands working on the piece of fabric. It should have been hilarious, but Yohji was lost in the weight of Aya over his pelvis, the brush of Aya’s silk shirt against his bare stomach, and the soft feel of red hair as it swept against his cheek.
If he got hard right now, Aya was going to kill him. Yohji tried to think unsexy thoughts, but somewhere between Ken’s sweat socks and dust bunnies he thought of Aya’s sword and, with a slight slip of meanings, lost the battle completely.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: *imitates a famous actor* Do you have any tattoos, readers?
Miko: Don’t make me get the newspaper.
Evil Hentai Slug: *continues to leer at readers and gestures conspiratorially to the review button as if to suggest you’ll talk there later*