Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Track Seven: Pour Some Sugar on Me ( Chapter 7 )

Ten Songs About Sex
Track Seven: Pour Some Sugar on Me



“Oh, fuck,” he mumbled against Aya’s neck, instantly going back to suck at the place right above the hollow of the swordsman’s clavicle. Aya moaned again, trying to bury the sound with the back of his hand; Yohji could still feel the other wrapped tightly in his hair. He bit down.

“Yes,” Aya gasped; the fingers in his hair tightened, so he did it again, working the area until he knew there would be a bruise, drawing those fantastic, half-hidden sounds from the redhead.

“Aya,” he whispered in the other’s ear, waiting a moment, letting Aya get his breath and nod in acknowledgement of his attention. “I’m so fucking hard, Aya.” To emphasize the point, he plucked Aya’s hand from his the back of the seat and pressed the swordsman’s palm to his crotch, asking him to feel the stiff ridge in his jeans. Aya obeyed, leaning in to kiss Yohji’s lips as he moved his hand up and down over the bulge.

His hips moved of their own accord, lifting towards Aya’s hand, making him work to maintain his balance; hair was released as he slung his left arm around Yohji’s neck, keeping himself close as he persisted in rubbing Yohji through the pants. The zipper was digging in to the blonde’s sensitive member, but the flushed, involved look Aya was giving his crotch as he clung to him and touched him, fucking there for fuck’s sake, made the slight discomfort seem miles away. Yohji reached out to reciprocate, cupping Aya through his pants; the redhead paused, catching his lower lip with his teeth to stifle a moan, and looking so damn hot that Yohji thought for an embarrassing second that he might come right there in his pants.

He had to lift Aya’s hand away, though his dick complained vehemently, straining against its tight prison. Aya was watching him avidly, and Yohji couldn’t resist. He brought the hand to his lips, slipping them down around Aya’s ring finger, sucking it into the warm, wet hole of his mouth, running his tongue up the length, slowly sliding along soft skin and rougher, sword-worn calluses; with an expert flick of his hips, he brought their erections together. The finger was jerked back, its knuckle pressed tightly against Aya’s mouth as he trembled against Yohji, fighting the same battle as the blonde.

~*~

Sitting close to the table, Minako watched them from underneath the heavy fall of her bangs. The redhead was holding tightly to the blonde as they kissed, desperately but perfectly. She wondered how long they would be content with just kissing, and the answer was soon obvious as the blonde took the other’s hand and put it right where he wanted it.

Never losing sight of pleasure-glazed eyes, Minako slid her hand up her inner thigh, under the hem of her pleated skirt. As the blonde rasped out some explicative of pleasure, she pressed the edge of her hand against the crotch of her purple panties, shifting her hips against the delicious, damp friction.

Kyoko was watching her face from across the room, and Minako offered her a little smile before returning to the show.

~*~

“…get out of here.”

Aya caught the last part of the message, just audible over Traci and Ken’s rendition of Hikaru Utada’s “First Love.” He was sure that he couldn’t stop and glad that whatever was going to happen wouldn’t be seen by everyone in the room.

“Aya?”

He remembered to nod, signaling he had heard. Yohji chuckled, tugged his wrinkled shirt back on, and set him gently on his feet as he stood up. Aya swayed dangerously, but Yohji’s strong arm was around his waist, steadying him and pulling him back into that enticing warmth. They bumped, erection to hip, and Aya pressed into Yohji’s shoulder, unsteady, slightly embarrassed of the sounds he was making, and aware that he should not be drawing attention to himself.

“Let’s go,” he stated as calmly as possible. It took an effort to uncoil his fingers from Yohji’s shirt. He took a step back and turned towards the door, intending to leave the room of his own power, but the alcohol rushed to his head. The room tilted, but strong hands caught him under the arms, and Yohji’s warm body pressed up against him; he was vaguely thankful to the blonde for not letting him fall on his ass, but his mind was intensely focused on the fact that Yohji’s hardon was pressed against that same part of his anatomy. Closing his eyes, he willed himself into some semblance of self-control and tried again.

~*~

Shit, he just about lost it when Aya fell back against him. His cock was already sensitive, begging, and it responded too well to the pressure of the redhead’s ass. Yohji was simultaneously relieved and distraught when Aya righted himself and pulled unsteadily away. He knew just two or three strokes, hell, a half minute of dry humping that perfect ass, would send him over the edge.

Breathe. That’s what he had to do.

And walk.

And not come in his pants.

That was asking a whole hell of a lot, but Yohji pressed his teeth together and followed Aya who was trying to navigate between scattered chairs and people, listing a little, as he made his imperfect escape from the room. He got a firm hold on the door handle, and for a second, Yohji thought he couldn’t get it open. But then Aya looked around, making sure Yohji was following.

Yohji answered the silent question with a smile.

Fuck, yes.

~tbc~


Miko: *sitting in a dark corner slowly unraveling a suspiciously orange sweater in what appears to be a nervous gesture*

Evil Hentai Slug: *enters in all his evil, hentai glory* See, you’re hopeless without me.

Miko: *points to a crumpled stack of paper next to her*

Evil Hentai Slug: That? They won’t mind that. Slap a warning on it and get a move on! We’ve got dressers to raid and boxers to steal!

Miko: *looks pitiful and points to her ‘official yaoi writer badge’ which has the officially obscene seal of yaoi approval on it*

Evil Hentai Slug: I see . . . *pauses and appears deep in thought as if preparing to solve all their problems* Well! *snatches yuri chapter of the fic and runs off to posit it, anxious to conduct his extensive all-male panty raid of the Koneko*

Miko: *uses the remains of sweater to cover her head and debates if she can use the yuri portion of the fic to barter for sanctuary within a nomadic herd of fanboys*

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