Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Track Six: Cherry Pie ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
*posted ASAP because Cody-san asked so nicely and bribed the slug with such pretty reviews! Thanks, and I hope it doesn't dissapoint.*
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.25.2010 | Updated On: 04.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 476 | Visits: 232 | Status: Work In Progress
*posted ASAP because Cody-san asked so nicely and bribed the slug with such pretty reviews! Thanks, and I hope it doesn't dissapoint.*
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.25.2010 | Updated On: 04.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 476 | Visits: 232 | Status: Work In Progress
Ten Songs About Sex
Track Six: Cherry Pie
He was on Yohji’s lap. Aya felt a strange desire to laugh and suppressed it harshly. There was no time for that.
There, the bra was off.
Now, he had to get himself out of this situation, quickly, before he did something foolish.
~*~
Hot damn.
~*~
Well, he’d crossed the line of foolish, gone straight by idiotic, and landed somewhere near insane. Having been there before, Aya knew the territory.
He had meant to draw away. He set one foot shakily on the ground, ready to remove himself from Yohji’s lap, wondering what had possessed him to climb up there in the first place, but his balance was off. Meaning to bring his head from its place over Yohji’s shoulder, he’d managed to bump his nose against the blonde’s cheek; Yohji had turned, just a little, and then, but some mutual indecision, their lips met. There was no gentle brushing, no tentative requests for permission; their lips came together hungrily, already parted for tongues to meet inside.
Yohji’s strong hand grasped his thigh again, dragging the one escaping leg back up to resettle him across the older man’s lap, remaining there to massage the sensitive place just below his butt. He felt a little sound escape him as he was able to press closer to Yohji’s bare chest, hands living out a fantasy as they were buried deep in honey locks, tangling in the long strands to keep them together. Not that Yohji was trying to go anywhere.
~*~
It was two in the morning and Ken was drunk, but he suddenly realized he was way behind compared to those two.
Well, hell, if they were just gonna make out over there, then he ought to be able to make out with Traci over here. Reaching out a hand, he settled it on her thigh, just below them hem of her short white skirt.
“Not now,” she shoved at the offending appendage, “Minako and I are up next.”
Cursing his luck, Ken ordered another beer.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: *appears in his sexy bishounen form [think Yuki from Gravitation with more muscles and wearing only a pair of skintight brown suede pants]* Yo. Whatever could you want, reader? Hm . . . a naked pretty boy perhaps? I think we could work something out if you’ll just–
Miko: *rushes out with rolled up newspaper* No, bad slug! Don’t sexually harass the reader! *bops slug on the head* Excuse him, please. Review anyway? *to slug* See if I let you out again!
Track Six: Cherry Pie
He was on Yohji’s lap. Aya felt a strange desire to laugh and suppressed it harshly. There was no time for that.
There, the bra was off.
Now, he had to get himself out of this situation, quickly, before he did something foolish.
~*~
Hot damn.
~*~
Well, he’d crossed the line of foolish, gone straight by idiotic, and landed somewhere near insane. Having been there before, Aya knew the territory.
He had meant to draw away. He set one foot shakily on the ground, ready to remove himself from Yohji’s lap, wondering what had possessed him to climb up there in the first place, but his balance was off. Meaning to bring his head from its place over Yohji’s shoulder, he’d managed to bump his nose against the blonde’s cheek; Yohji had turned, just a little, and then, but some mutual indecision, their lips met. There was no gentle brushing, no tentative requests for permission; their lips came together hungrily, already parted for tongues to meet inside.
Yohji’s strong hand grasped his thigh again, dragging the one escaping leg back up to resettle him across the older man’s lap, remaining there to massage the sensitive place just below his butt. He felt a little sound escape him as he was able to press closer to Yohji’s bare chest, hands living out a fantasy as they were buried deep in honey locks, tangling in the long strands to keep them together. Not that Yohji was trying to go anywhere.
~*~
It was two in the morning and Ken was drunk, but he suddenly realized he was way behind compared to those two.
Well, hell, if they were just gonna make out over there, then he ought to be able to make out with Traci over here. Reaching out a hand, he settled it on her thigh, just below them hem of her short white skirt.
“Not now,” she shoved at the offending appendage, “Minako and I are up next.”
Cursing his luck, Ken ordered another beer.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: *appears in his sexy bishounen form [think Yuki from Gravitation with more muscles and wearing only a pair of skintight brown suede pants]* Yo. Whatever could you want, reader? Hm . . . a naked pretty boy perhaps? I think we could work something out if you’ll just–
Miko: *rushes out with rolled up newspaper* No, bad slug! Don’t sexually harass the reader! *bops slug on the head* Excuse him, please. Review anyway? *to slug* See if I let you out again!