Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Lemons ❯ Sleeping With the Enemy ( Chapter 2 )

Sleeping With the Enemy

Ken woke up to the not altogether unpleasant feeling of a tongue being run up the crack of his ass. He smiled. He had been pleasantly surprised when he started to wake up in his lover's arms that Omi took morning sex very seriously. `Most important meal of the day' he insisted, and Ken really couldn't argue with that kind of logic.

It was a ritual, the early morning quickie. Neither one of them ever had anywhere to go, but being early risers it just seemed right to be quick about it so they could get on with the day.

Omi had explained the `proper wake-up call' to Ken the first morning of their new life.

"Quick, rough sex is the only way to start the day. No foreplay, no teasing, no talking." And then he had fucked Ken's brains out.

It was a good custom.

Ken grinned down at Omi as he unzipped his shorts and whipped out Omi Junior (actually, Omi had named his cock `Big Bad Seme' but Ken refused to call it that since it implied his cock was less big and bad.) Omi didn't even bother to pull his pants down, just started lubing himself up while he prepped Ken with his other hand.

Captain Kirk (Ken's cock, you know "our mission, to go where no man has gone before" Ken was a closet Trekki) was a raging erection just from watching Omi stroke himself. Much more of this and Omi could be officially labeled teasing. Omi grunted when Ken pointed this out but got back to the task at hand (ha ha I made a punny).

Taking Ken's hips in his small hands, Omi angled the larger boy up on the bed and slowly pushed his way in to Ken's tight hole. The wait was agonizing but finally Omi was buried up to the hilt and started slow movements, moaning in pleasure. Ken was soon lost in the heat of the moment and started to groan.

One thing about Omi, he was extremely loud during sex. It was a good thing they didn't live near anyone because Omi had a tendency to shout profanities at the top of his lungs while pounding into Ken (he didn't swear quite so creatively when he was on bottom, mostly just "fuck. . . harder. . .KEN-KUN") to the point that having anyone within a three mile radius would be extremely embarrassing.

The smaller man pounded into his lover. Harder and faster, with no consideration for finesses or rhythm. Every thrust had him pounding directly into Ken's sweet spot and soon Ken was thrashing around on the bed like a fish out of water. A really really horny fish.

Ken lost it first, screaming Omi's name as he exploded all over his chest. Omi kept going, still pumping his spent penis, but before Ken could get hard again Omi couldn't take it anymore and unloaded into Ken's tight ass.

Ken grinned lazily up at his love and let out a little moan as he pulled out, positioning a towel (that they kept by the bed for that purpose. icky) under them to catch the semen dripping out of Ken.

Omi smiled as he looked down at his lover, limp on the bed and spread out, wantonly and spent, and licked a trail through the cum on his chest up to Ken's mouth attacking his lips with a porno-style kiss, parting several minutes later with a trail of saliva extending between their still protruding tongues.

Then they went to shower. It's always nice to start your day right.