Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Track Ten: Paradise by the Dashboard Light ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 226 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 226 | Status: Work In Progress
Ten Songs About Sex
Track Ten: Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Reaching behind him, Yohji hooked his fingers into the handle and pulled open the passenger side door. He slipped his arm further around Aya’s waist, guiding him as they turned, and depositing him, slightly confused, into the seat. His legs, encased in the fitted jeans, hung out the door, knees bent, and booted feet flat on the damp pavement.
It was here that Yohji knelt, hands on Aya’s inner thighs as he surged up to kiss the redhead, pleased to feel Aya press against him, desperate for contact. Yohji let one hand drift to his crotch, giving him purchase as he moved to lick the soft sheen of sweat from the pale neck. He paused at the spot that had provoked a reaction before, biting down; Aya jumped, hands instantly in Yohji’s hair, and he bit again, hard, feeling the cock jerk beneath his palm and the fingers tug sharply at his hair.
“Please,” Aya moaned, leaning over him, half shielding himself but holding tight to the other.
“Not yet. I gotta taste you.”
He slipped downward, ignoring the uncomfortable bite of the small rocks under his knees. Aya leaned back to let him undo his fly, lifting his hips as Yohji tugged the jeans down around his knees, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal shapely legs and, at their juncture, his cock, flushed pink and straining. Aya moaned as Yohji wrapped his fingers around the base, clutching the edge of the leather seat as the blonde lowered his mouth. He paused, just above it, to flick his tongue over the sensitive slit.
“Don’t,” Aya breathed, shaking his head. Yohji got it. It wasn’t the time to tease.
Dropping the smile from his lips, Yohji wrapped them around the head of Aya’s circumcised cock, sucking gently there before he bent lower to take it in. Aya gasped, hands instantly back in Yohji’s blond locks, not pressing, just holding on as Yohji moved. He wished for time to display the full range of his skill, prayed for time later, but accepted there wasn’t time now and focused on giving Aya the fantastic sensations of wet mouth and textured tongue, with just a hint of sharp teeth running up the shaft.
Then Aya whimpered, a sound that threatened to stir Yohji’s flaccid dick despite the fact that he was drunk and had just had one of the best orgasms of his fucking life.
Increasing his speed, he swallowed as much of Aya as he could, lifting his free hand to cup the swordsman’s balls, full and tantalizingly shaved. They must have been sensitive, because Aya whimpered again thrusting up into Yohji’s mouth. The blonde took it like a pro, feeling the tap at the back of his throat and squeezing Aya’s sac to make him do it again.
“Please…I need …”
Reluctantly, Yohji let Aya’s cock slip from his mouth.
“Scoot forward, baby,” he directed, pulling Aya’s butt to the edge of the seat, guiding his feet up to hook his heels over the edge of the trim so that his open knees pointed skyward and he was totally revealed to as he leant back to rest his elbows on the Seven’s consol. Yohji’s right hand went back to Aya’s cock, desperately hard and slick with Yohji’s saliva; he stroked it, slowly now.
“Yohji!”
“Shhh, I got you.” His left hand he brought to his mouth, quickly sucking in two fingers before slipping then back, behind Aya’s balls to press against his hole. It was tight, and Aya hissed when Yohji’s middle finger pressed inside. “Okay?”
Before he could answer, Yohji twisted his left hand, finger pressing Aya’s prostate and causing him to jump forward, forcing his throbbing cock further into the waiting hand. His whole body was a tangle of overwhelming pleasures, and Yohji continued the assault, bringing his lips back to the weeping head of Aya’s erection as his finger fucked his ass, touching the over sensitive spot with every shift of Aya’s hips.
“Can’t,” he gasped, struggling forward to stare at Yohji between his own spread knees. He was flushed and panting, mostly naked with his pants around his ankles and his shirt pushed up under his armpits. Yohji couldn’t resist reaching up for a kiss; it was wet and long, and he felt Aya moan into his mouth as he worked the man’s pulsing cock. He pulled away, breathless.
“Yohji . . . uhn, hurts . . . need to come.” Yohji stared as his eyes closed and he clenched his teeth together against the pleasure-pain edge that threatened to take him under.
“Wanna see you, Aya” he pleaded. Quickly he dropped a kiss to the knee nearest his head, but immediately turned his eyes back to Aya’s face, unwilling to miss a moment of the man’s approaching abandon. “Come.”
With those words, he lowered his mouth once more to Aya’s length, taking all of it in. Then he used his teeth, gently scraping against the hot flesh as he pulled back while he pressed his fingers in, deep and hard.
Aya’s breath caught, he held tight to blond hair and with one last thrust, he came in the waiting mouth, spilling his warm semen onto Yohji tongue as he spasmed with sweet release. Before Yohji could swallow, and he was going to, Aya dropped his heels to the pavement and rocked forward to kiss him, sweeping his come out of Yohji’s mouth and into his own before he gently disconnected their lips. There was a little smile on his face as he rested his forehead against Yohji’s and licked his lips.
Carefully, Yohji withdrew his fingers from under Aya’s bottom; he settled his hands once more on Aya’s naked thighs. He could have stayed there, crouched on the wet ground, tasting Aya, with the redhead leaning heavily against him, but they were on the edge of sleep, and Aya was half naked in a public parking lot.
With considerable effort, he drew back, a hand cautiously on Aya’s chest in case he failed to hold himself up. It turned out to be a good idea. It took a few tires, but they got Aya’s pants back up, if not fastened. And with some maneuvering, Yohji arranged them both in the reclined passenger seat of the Seven. He was on his back, with Aya mostly on top of him, slack and sated and breathing softly against Yohji’s neck while the blonde’s fingers ran through sweat-damp strands of red.
“Yohji?”
“Hm?”
A hand curled tighter in the fabric of his shirt, but he couldn’t make out the sleepy words.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: *enters full bishie mode wearing sinfully tight black vinyl and carrying a whip* Don’t make me use it, reader. On your knees! Now review! Good reader . . . now, let’s just put this collar–
Miko: *rushes in with newspaper*
Voiceover Guy II (Jim’s boyfriend): And so, the battle began…where will the newspaper land? Who will end up in the collar? Who will review and get the bonus track?
Track Ten: Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Reaching behind him, Yohji hooked his fingers into the handle and pulled open the passenger side door. He slipped his arm further around Aya’s waist, guiding him as they turned, and depositing him, slightly confused, into the seat. His legs, encased in the fitted jeans, hung out the door, knees bent, and booted feet flat on the damp pavement.
It was here that Yohji knelt, hands on Aya’s inner thighs as he surged up to kiss the redhead, pleased to feel Aya press against him, desperate for contact. Yohji let one hand drift to his crotch, giving him purchase as he moved to lick the soft sheen of sweat from the pale neck. He paused at the spot that had provoked a reaction before, biting down; Aya jumped, hands instantly in Yohji’s hair, and he bit again, hard, feeling the cock jerk beneath his palm and the fingers tug sharply at his hair.
“Please,” Aya moaned, leaning over him, half shielding himself but holding tight to the other.
“Not yet. I gotta taste you.”
He slipped downward, ignoring the uncomfortable bite of the small rocks under his knees. Aya leaned back to let him undo his fly, lifting his hips as Yohji tugged the jeans down around his knees, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal shapely legs and, at their juncture, his cock, flushed pink and straining. Aya moaned as Yohji wrapped his fingers around the base, clutching the edge of the leather seat as the blonde lowered his mouth. He paused, just above it, to flick his tongue over the sensitive slit.
“Don’t,” Aya breathed, shaking his head. Yohji got it. It wasn’t the time to tease.
Dropping the smile from his lips, Yohji wrapped them around the head of Aya’s circumcised cock, sucking gently there before he bent lower to take it in. Aya gasped, hands instantly back in Yohji’s blond locks, not pressing, just holding on as Yohji moved. He wished for time to display the full range of his skill, prayed for time later, but accepted there wasn’t time now and focused on giving Aya the fantastic sensations of wet mouth and textured tongue, with just a hint of sharp teeth running up the shaft.
Then Aya whimpered, a sound that threatened to stir Yohji’s flaccid dick despite the fact that he was drunk and had just had one of the best orgasms of his fucking life.
Increasing his speed, he swallowed as much of Aya as he could, lifting his free hand to cup the swordsman’s balls, full and tantalizingly shaved. They must have been sensitive, because Aya whimpered again thrusting up into Yohji’s mouth. The blonde took it like a pro, feeling the tap at the back of his throat and squeezing Aya’s sac to make him do it again.
“Please…I need …”
Reluctantly, Yohji let Aya’s cock slip from his mouth.
“Scoot forward, baby,” he directed, pulling Aya’s butt to the edge of the seat, guiding his feet up to hook his heels over the edge of the trim so that his open knees pointed skyward and he was totally revealed to as he leant back to rest his elbows on the Seven’s consol. Yohji’s right hand went back to Aya’s cock, desperately hard and slick with Yohji’s saliva; he stroked it, slowly now.
“Yohji!”
“Shhh, I got you.” His left hand he brought to his mouth, quickly sucking in two fingers before slipping then back, behind Aya’s balls to press against his hole. It was tight, and Aya hissed when Yohji’s middle finger pressed inside. “Okay?”
Before he could answer, Yohji twisted his left hand, finger pressing Aya’s prostate and causing him to jump forward, forcing his throbbing cock further into the waiting hand. His whole body was a tangle of overwhelming pleasures, and Yohji continued the assault, bringing his lips back to the weeping head of Aya’s erection as his finger fucked his ass, touching the over sensitive spot with every shift of Aya’s hips.
“Can’t,” he gasped, struggling forward to stare at Yohji between his own spread knees. He was flushed and panting, mostly naked with his pants around his ankles and his shirt pushed up under his armpits. Yohji couldn’t resist reaching up for a kiss; it was wet and long, and he felt Aya moan into his mouth as he worked the man’s pulsing cock. He pulled away, breathless.
“Yohji . . . uhn, hurts . . . need to come.” Yohji stared as his eyes closed and he clenched his teeth together against the pleasure-pain edge that threatened to take him under.
“Wanna see you, Aya” he pleaded. Quickly he dropped a kiss to the knee nearest his head, but immediately turned his eyes back to Aya’s face, unwilling to miss a moment of the man’s approaching abandon. “Come.”
With those words, he lowered his mouth once more to Aya’s length, taking all of it in. Then he used his teeth, gently scraping against the hot flesh as he pulled back while he pressed his fingers in, deep and hard.
Aya’s breath caught, he held tight to blond hair and with one last thrust, he came in the waiting mouth, spilling his warm semen onto Yohji tongue as he spasmed with sweet release. Before Yohji could swallow, and he was going to, Aya dropped his heels to the pavement and rocked forward to kiss him, sweeping his come out of Yohji’s mouth and into his own before he gently disconnected their lips. There was a little smile on his face as he rested his forehead against Yohji’s and licked his lips.
Carefully, Yohji withdrew his fingers from under Aya’s bottom; he settled his hands once more on Aya’s naked thighs. He could have stayed there, crouched on the wet ground, tasting Aya, with the redhead leaning heavily against him, but they were on the edge of sleep, and Aya was half naked in a public parking lot.
With considerable effort, he drew back, a hand cautiously on Aya’s chest in case he failed to hold himself up. It turned out to be a good idea. It took a few tires, but they got Aya’s pants back up, if not fastened. And with some maneuvering, Yohji arranged them both in the reclined passenger seat of the Seven. He was on his back, with Aya mostly on top of him, slack and sated and breathing softly against Yohji’s neck while the blonde’s fingers ran through sweat-damp strands of red.
“Yohji?”
“Hm?”
A hand curled tighter in the fabric of his shirt, but he couldn’t make out the sleepy words.
~tbc~
Evil Hentai Slug: *enters full bishie mode wearing sinfully tight black vinyl and carrying a whip* Don’t make me use it, reader. On your knees! Now review! Good reader . . . now, let’s just put this collar–
Miko: *rushes in with newspaper*
Voiceover Guy II (Jim’s boyfriend): And so, the battle began…where will the newspaper land? Who will end up in the collar? Who will review and get the bonus track?