Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Nocturnal Emissions ❯ One-Shot

Author: Kimmy

Pairings: Tatsumi x Tatsumi, ? x Tatsumi

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I own dead squat.

Tatsumi awoke with a start, a thin film of perspiration covered his tight, somewhat muscular body. He looked to the side of his bed and saw the time as only being 2:27 in the morning. The middle of the night. The faint sound of drunk salarymen chorusing about his neighborhood confirmed this as he slowly laid back down on his bed. He felt his hard, straining cock pushing against the fabric of his boxers, evidence of the dream he has just awoken from.

A wet dream. Men Tatsumi's age weren't supposed to be still be having wet dreams. These kinds of dreams were for 12-year olds who had yet to wank off ten times a day. Tatsumi tried to ignore the erection and go back to sleep, but the damn thing was just not going away and it was beginning to hurt. He normally would've taken care of it by now, but it was who the dream was about that made him feel guilty.

But he needed sleep and a painfully hard cock wasn't going to help accomplish that. He pushed down the covers of his bed and his grampa boxers as well. Tsuzuki tried once to switch him to boxer shorts, but they weren't him. And they cost three times as much for just one pair. They just weren't him.

He laid his boxers next to him and grabbed at his straining piece, moaning quietly as his right hand pulled up and down sending pleasure throughout his body. Tatsumi closed his eyes, recalling his dream, pushing away the guilt over the man that was hovering over him in his mind. He imagined the man's hands touching his body, his teeth nibbling at his earlobes, his fingers teasing one of his nipples. Tatsumi had his own free hand wander, imagining it was his dream lover who was doing the wandering.

The movement of his jerking hand had sped up somewhat for which he forced himself to slow... To make it last. A slight amount of pre-cum now exited from the head of his cock, lubricating, making his foreskin slide on and off the head of his cock that much easier. Tatsumi closed his eyes again, recalling his lover's mouth on his cock, the warm wetness and probing tongue surrounding. His lover's left hand cupping his buttocks for support while the other firmly, but gently, tugging down at his balls.

Tatsumi continued to jerk at his piece, his thighs almost instinctively grinding, thrusting into his hand, spreading the feeling throughout. He stopped suddenly, reaching for the lube on top of his night table. He lubed himself a bit, relieving the slight rope burn he was starting to feel in his hand. He laid back down on his bed and settled, lifting and spreading his legs slightly to give himself better access.

His lover was now thrusting in and out of his body. The feeling in his mind being replaced in reality by his left hand's middle and index fingers, coming in and out of his tight opening. His hand quickened his pace more as the fucking inside his mind was nearing its end. Almost silent grunts and moans filled the room contrasting heavily with the loud fapping sounds being produced by his wanked cock. The thrusting came faster and faster until...

Tatsumi groaned, his body stiffening as orgasm ripped through it. He gave his cock a few more frantic jerks as jets cum exploded from within him, covering his stomach and chest with his slimy seed. When it was over, Tatsumi propped himself back up, wanting for some kleenex to clean himself up. His eyelids felt heavy, however, and he laid his head back down on his pillows. He soon fell asleep, softly whispering a name before doing so.

"Kurosaki-kun..."