Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Track Nine: Velcro Fly ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
[revised-minor]
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.26.2010 | Updated On: 04.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 644 | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
[revised-minor]
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.26.2010 | Updated On: 04.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 644 | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
Ten Songs About Sex
Track Nine: Velcro Fly
Stumbling, they made it out into the cool air of early morning. Aya’s wrist felt deceptively fragile under his hand as Yohji drug the swordsman towards the Seven, but he was anything but breakable when he turned, grabbed Yohji’s shoulders, and shoved him up against the car’s side.
Yohji’s dick throbbed in his pants; he was painfully hard. He had no delusions of a long round of sex as Aya’s fingers worked at the button of his pants. The redhead pulled the cloth apart, and Yohji’s hissed as his cock sprang free into the cool air. Aya brushed the velveteen flesh, running his thumb over the head, gathering the clear precum. He lifted the digit to his own mouth, smearing Yohji’s liquid across his bottom lip like some erotic gloss. It sent a shiver through the blonde, and, when Aya grabbed his hair to kiss him, he felt the corresponding shudder in the swordsman’s frame as he sucked the precome from his lips, dick trapped between them, tight and leaking against Aya’s shirt.
Aya pulled back, one arm braced against the car to steady him while he made space between them. Yohji arched against the car when Aya’s hand grabbed his dick in earnest, firm around the base and twisting as it slid towards the tip. Yohji thrust his hips outward, the car supporting him as he pushed into those wonderful hands. His balls were tight and heavy and his whole body felt coiled between those long fingers.
Aya moved faster.
“Yohji–”
He didn’t need any more words; his own name whispered in that low voice, rough with desire as it passed through Aya’s swollen lips broke the tension, sharp pleasure scattering Yohji’s mind in a thousand directions as his jism was forced suddenly from his body, landing over Aya’s hand and shirt in long, white strands as he watched through a fog of euphoric sensation. Aya milked his cock until the last creamy drop slid out, then let his hand fall away and his head fall onto Yohji’s heaving chest.
“God…that was…thank you.”
With one hand still on the car for balance, Aya kept his head down, the only part of him now touching Yohji. Slipping his hands underneath Aya’s bent head, the blonde tucked himself back into his pants before resting, taking the redhead by the waist.
“Hey,” he whispered, unable to resist a kiss to Aya’s soft hair, “you’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
A laugh, short but definite.
“No?”
“No. Just trying,” a heavy breath.
“Trying not to hump my leg?”
“Hn.”
“I won’t mind, you know.” Aya’s legs were slightly spread to give him balance, and Yohji couldn’t resist. He slipped his right leg in between Aya’s, using his hold on the redhead’s waist to pull him close, dragging his hard length along Yohji’s thigh and making him gasp. He clutched at Yohji’s shoulders as the older man rocked them together, keeping contact with Aya’s hardness as his hands slipped up under his shirt to skim hot flesh.
“I want to suck you,” he whispered into Aya’s ear, intimate and direct, precipitating a trembling shiver as he tugged Aya’s earring gently with his teeth. “Let me, Aya.”
A nod against his chest.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: Ah, reader, I’ve got you in my evil clutches. Review, or shall I get the whip?
Track Nine: Velcro Fly
Stumbling, they made it out into the cool air of early morning. Aya’s wrist felt deceptively fragile under his hand as Yohji drug the swordsman towards the Seven, but he was anything but breakable when he turned, grabbed Yohji’s shoulders, and shoved him up against the car’s side.
Yohji’s dick throbbed in his pants; he was painfully hard. He had no delusions of a long round of sex as Aya’s fingers worked at the button of his pants. The redhead pulled the cloth apart, and Yohji’s hissed as his cock sprang free into the cool air. Aya brushed the velveteen flesh, running his thumb over the head, gathering the clear precum. He lifted the digit to his own mouth, smearing Yohji’s liquid across his bottom lip like some erotic gloss. It sent a shiver through the blonde, and, when Aya grabbed his hair to kiss him, he felt the corresponding shudder in the swordsman’s frame as he sucked the precome from his lips, dick trapped between them, tight and leaking against Aya’s shirt.
Aya pulled back, one arm braced against the car to steady him while he made space between them. Yohji arched against the car when Aya’s hand grabbed his dick in earnest, firm around the base and twisting as it slid towards the tip. Yohji thrust his hips outward, the car supporting him as he pushed into those wonderful hands. His balls were tight and heavy and his whole body felt coiled between those long fingers.
Aya moved faster.
“Yohji–”
He didn’t need any more words; his own name whispered in that low voice, rough with desire as it passed through Aya’s swollen lips broke the tension, sharp pleasure scattering Yohji’s mind in a thousand directions as his jism was forced suddenly from his body, landing over Aya’s hand and shirt in long, white strands as he watched through a fog of euphoric sensation. Aya milked his cock until the last creamy drop slid out, then let his hand fall away and his head fall onto Yohji’s heaving chest.
“God…that was…thank you.”
With one hand still on the car for balance, Aya kept his head down, the only part of him now touching Yohji. Slipping his hands underneath Aya’s bent head, the blonde tucked himself back into his pants before resting, taking the redhead by the waist.
“Hey,” he whispered, unable to resist a kiss to Aya’s soft hair, “you’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
A laugh, short but definite.
“No?”
“No. Just trying,” a heavy breath.
“Trying not to hump my leg?”
“Hn.”
“I won’t mind, you know.” Aya’s legs were slightly spread to give him balance, and Yohji couldn’t resist. He slipped his right leg in between Aya’s, using his hold on the redhead’s waist to pull him close, dragging his hard length along Yohji’s thigh and making him gasp. He clutched at Yohji’s shoulders as the older man rocked them together, keeping contact with Aya’s hardness as his hands slipped up under his shirt to skim hot flesh.
“I want to suck you,” he whispered into Aya’s ear, intimate and direct, precipitating a trembling shiver as he tugged Aya’s earring gently with his teeth. “Let me, Aya.”
A nod against his chest.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: Ah, reader, I’ve got you in my evil clutches. Review, or shall I get the whip?