Mother Knows Best (Series) [3]
Title: Mother Knows Best
Type: Multi-chapter
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: KusaPi
Rating: NC-17 OVERALL.
Authors: AkiTe (as always)
Summary: Kusano doesn’t like that his mother is getting remarried. The man she’s marrying doesn’t like the fact that Kusano doesn’t like him.
Author's Note: I really love this fic! -Te
Previous
Mother Knows Best Part 1
Mother Knows Best Part 2
He dried off and ordered them dinner, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He only indicated that there be one glass for the whiskey, but since Hironori would receive a glass anyway for whatever drink came with their meal, likely hot tea, he could use that one. When their large, traditional meal arrived, he happily poured himself a healthy tumbler full of the whiskey and drank it down, hoping to calm his nerves.
Kusano ate until he was stuffed and then snagged the bottle of whiskey, filling his glass. "Maybe I should tell you this after I down this glass but..." Kusa swallowed the whole serving in one go. "I'm a total lightweight." He giggled.
Yamashita groaned, "You're not serious."
He really hoped that Hironori was neither a lightweight nor a major flirt when he got drunk, or things would get really hard, really fast.
Kusano smiled. "I really am. Keisuke always makes fun of me for it."
Yamapi nearly spit out his next swallow of whiskey.
"You drink with him?!"
"Only sometimes. We didn't this weekend, though. We just stayed at his house, in his room, in bed..." Kusano's voice trailed off.
Yamashita slammed the rest back and took another one nearly as fast. He didn't want to hear this.
"I see," he mumbled, shoveling a slice of sashimi into his mouth.
Kusano moaned and took another drink, falling back to the floor and spreading his arms out. His back arched in a stretch and he moaned again, remembering his weekend.
"Haa~ tsukareta..."
You gotta quit it with that moaning, especially if you're going to be all laid out like that, Yamashita thought, staring at Hironori.
"Are you that tired," he asked.
"My body is, but my brain is wide awake." Kusano said, sitting up. "Why? Got any special plans?"
"What kind of plans would I have other than to make sure we finish this bottle of whiskey," Yamashita said innocently, his legs falling open under his robe.
"I dunno..." Kusano grinned. "But we are friends, so whatever we do mom doesn't have to know about."
"I think getting drunk is our limit for the night," Yamashita said in a light tone.
Anymore than this, and I'll get arrested for statutory rape, the man thought forlornly, pouring another glass for him and the boy.
"We need music!" Kusano said. "Sing, Tomo-san. What songs do you know that I would know?" Kusano shifted closer and smiled up at him.
Yamashita was caught off-guard by the request and tilted his head in thought.
"Do you know that new dance song," he asked, "The one by that solo artist guy everyone's all crazy about. One in a . . . some English title."
Kusano grimaced. "Yeah. Million is the last bit there. I hate that video. The guy, though...damn he could do me and I'd never do anything but scream his name and pull his hair. That chick is seriously dame and I don't like the way the camera always goes to her ass. It's relatively flat anyway. I have a better ass than she does," Kusano scoffed.
Yamashita tried imagining Hironori screaming his name and pulling his hair and all of the sudden the room got too hot and his robe was too stifling and things were happening to him that the alcohol was making it hard to control. He didn't know how to respond to the boy's comments with anything that wouldn't sound horribly inappropriate and he crossed his legs, hoping to hide the slight bulge beginning to form beneath the thin fabric.
"I mean. He's so sexy and she's so ... not," Kusano continued. "He needs to hook up with me, I'll show him one in a million." Kusano nodded and downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass.
"He's too old for you," Yamashita croaked in a self-condemning tone.
"Nah, age is just a red herring." Kusano nodded. "A good time is a good time. Age will get you in trouble for no reason. Who cares who was born when. If that guy came on to me I would tell him to come onto me, if you get my meaning. Aitsu..." He sighed dreamily.
"People used to tell me that I look like him," Yamashita said off-handedly.
Kusano snorted. "Twenty years ago maybe you did." He chuckled and crawled over to the futon he had pulled out while they had waited for their dinner. He pulled back the blanket and slid underneath it.
"Gee, thanks," Yamashita grumbled, polishing off the whiskey and decided to get into his futon as well, "I guess you're going to sleep?"
"I'm just getting in bed so you don’t have to drag me there when I pass out," Kusano giggled. "The light?"
Yamashita groaned and got back up, walking a little bit strangely as he went to shut off the light and got back under the covers.
"There, that’s better," he asked, looking down at the way the moonlight through the window softened the tone of Hironori's skin.
"Much." Kusano whispered, moving about a little before settling down and closing his eyes.
Yamashita watched as Hironori got comfortable and settled down to sleep. The boy looked peaceful and contented to be around him for the first time since the two if them met. He could only hope that the young man was still so enthusiastic about being friends with him in the morning.
When Hironori's breath evened out, Yamashita knew he'd finally fallen asleep. Tentatively he reached over and ran his finger over the boy's soft features, his breath catching as he did so.
Kusano hummed and turned toward him, scooting a little closer in his sleep.
Yamashita hardly dared to move for fear that the boy would awaken to see what was happening. The older man slowly traced the gentle curve of Hironori's ear with his fingertips and then down his neck, flirting with a sexy collarbone.
He's so perfect, Yamashita thought.
Kusano opened his eyes and took Yamashita’s hand, holding it to his skin and sliding it lower over his chest until Yamashita’s fingers slid over his nipple. Kusano moaned and arched into the touch.
"Tomo..."
Yamashita nearly panicked. He had not expected Hironori to wake up, or to acknowledge his advances so readily. Lust and mild intoxication clouded his thoughts enough that he eagerly rubbed at the taut bud of flesh.
"Hiro," he whispered back, his voice trembling.
Kusano moaned and moved closer, his face centimeters from Yamashita’s. "Chushite."
Yamashita whimpered and did, very gently, as he was told; dipping his tongue between Hironori's lips and tasting his sweet warmth. The hand over the nipple moved to reside beneath Hironori's robe, fondling soft skin.
Kusano hummed in approval and took it a step further, pushing his robe open and off his shoulders, pressing against Yamashita's front completely.
He stuck his hands inside the older one's robe and massaged his pecs.
"Sugoi..." he murmured.
Yamashita wrapped his arms loosely around Hironori's hips, groaning at the younger boy's touches, hardly able to believe this was happening and so turned on it was burning him from within. His hips ground against Hironori's insistently, his hands hiking up the short hem of the robe to expose the firm, tight ass that had been taunting him not an hour before.
"Hiro," he moaned softly, his hands gripping the newly exposed flesh.
He was out of control, beyond saving at this point. All he could think about was how much he wanted this boy, naked and flushed and spread out beneath him, pulling his hair and screaming his name.
Kusano moaned and pressed his hips back against Yamashita's and pushed him onto his back, crawling over him and opening up his robe. He pushed the fabric back off of Yamashita's shoulders and leaned down, letting his tongue slide down his neck and across his collarbones, pausing to suck on them for a moment.
Yamashita bit his lip hard, his hands fisting the sheets that were starting to get tangled up around them. He had no idea what to expect, but he'd never expected Hironori to be this forward. He wanted to ask the boy what they were doing and if they should be doing it at all, but he didn't want things to stop. He had been craving this for ages, and he hadn't even realized how badly until now.
He worried, momentarily about the sucking, afraid that Hironori would leave a mark that he would have to explain to Saori when he arrived home. He could only hope the boy had sense enough not to suck too long and hard, at least not there.
Kusano didn't linger, he had other things that he felt were more important to get to. He moved on, sucking at the other one's nipples and rubbing at his sides.
He untied the belt on the robe and pushed it open, getting between Yamashita's legs as he slid lower, under the covers.
The further down Hironori slipped, the harder it was for Yamashita to breathe. He knew what he should expect, and it made his cock jump and twitch in anticipation. He felt bad admitting it, but he hadn't been this turned on in months. He didn't know what it was about Hironori that was so enticing, but when the younger man looked up at him just as he slid out of sight, Yamashita figured that look in his eyes had something to do with it.
Kusano stroked at the erection he had discovered and smirked, running his tongue along the underside of it before taking it fully into his mouth. He let his free hand slide out from under the covers to play with Yamashita's nipples again.
"Fuck," Yamashita hissed, one hand covering the hand on his nipple and then stroking down the wrist to the elbow and rubbing gently at the sensitive skin just inside it.
He had to keep his hips from jerking up into that heat and he simultaneously wanted to ravage the boy's mouth with his tongue, taste himself on the boy.
Kusano used his foot to pull the covers back. He looked up at Yamashita when the covers were gone. "Kimochii?" He asked innocently as his mouth slid over the erection again, cheeks hollowing as he sucked with all he had.
Yamashita's head dug back into the pillow, his vision popping with stars and his toes curling.
"Kami, yes," he breathed, his head lolling back into a position where he could see Hironori.
He knew why the boy was so good at this, but he didn't want to think about it, because, at least for now, Hironori was doing it to and for him.
"I want you," he groaned, his voice slightly thick from alcohol, but mostly from crazed lust.
Kusano let off of Yamashita's cock with a pop and sat up, moving to straddle the older one's hips. "You do?" He smiled. "Then have me," Kusano whispered.
Yamashita rolled them over, burying his tongue in the cavern of Hironori's mouth, relishing the slight salt taste left there from his dick in the younger man's mouth.
"How do you like it," he whispered, wanting to please the boy, too.
"I love it all," Kusano groaned, lifting his hips.
Yamashita carefully dipped a finger into Hironori, probing the hot, tight hole curiously. He worried because he didn't have experience with men, though he figured that it was more or less the same as being with a woman; just a little less wet.
"Does that feel good," he murmured, pulling out to wet his middle digit and slip it inside the boy again.
"So good." Kusano moaned. "Motto."
Yamashita licked his lips and kissed Hironori again, hoping to muffle both their noises a little to keep from drawing too much attention to themselves and so that he could enjoy feeling the younger one moaning into his mouth.
His fingers delved deep, one quickly following the other to stretch and press the boy apart, curling and spreading inside Hironori. His free hand tugged lightly at the well-developed length between to smaller framed boy's legs.
Kusano whimpered and tugged at Yamashita's length. "I want you in me," Kusano murmured. "Please..."
Yamashita felt his brain short-circuit. He didn't know a lot about same sex intercourse but he couldn't imagine that, even with excellent preparation, this wouldn't hurt at least a little.
Tentatively, he moved Hironori's hand and licked his own palm to make the skin of his aching sex slick enough to cause the boy less discomfort, and then, accompanied by a searing kiss, he spread Hironori's legs wide and guided himself into the young man's tight, hot hole, groaning as the impossible resistance slowly encased his throbbing organ.
"Hiro," he gasped, burying his face in the boy's neck.
Kusano moaned and let his legs fall open wider. "Kimochii..." He leg his arms stretch out above his head and his back arch in pleasure as he licked his lips, staring into Yamashita's eyes.
Yamashita shuddered, groaning and staring back, willing his hips to move because he was stunned by how amazing the boy looked that he froze for a second. Gripping Hironori's hips, ignoring the bruises that were already there, he gently started to work his way in and out of the tight but yielding body.
"Ii," he panted out, droplets of sweat starting to slide down his face and back.
Kusano made sure to move in a way that would be pleasing to Yamashita, rolling his hips and wrapping his legs tightly around his waist, letting his hands slide over Yamashita's shoulders. "Motto..."
Yamashita wrapped his arms around Hironori as well, pulling him close, allowing his mind to drift off and his body to take over. He imprinted on himself every subtle curve of the younger man's body against his own, the way he smelled, the way he moved, the way he sounded whenever their hips met. The soft, whining pants began to undo him and his thrusting became wilder, more uncontrolled, his breath forcing its way out in desperate grunts and moans.
"Hiro . . .," he groaned, licking at the younger boy's neck and gently nipping at the tender skin.
Kusano hummed and held Yamashita's face to his neck. "Please, yes, mark me," he begged.
Yamashita let out a harsh gasp and immediately went to do so, not caring about the consequences. He wanted one of the marks on Hironori's body to be one of his own. He sucked aggressively at the delicate flesh, leaving a few angry red welts in his wake.
Kusano whimpered and tugged at the older man’s hair, gasping out as his release spat suddenly between them. “Iku~” he whimpered. “Iku.”
Yamashita groaned as he felt the heat of Hironori’s release splatter against his skin. His hips snapped wildly in response, driving harder, deeper into the younger boy’s willing body, his own release just on the verge of arriving.
Without asking if it would be alright, he poured himself into the smaller frame, groaning out Hironori’s name and clutching at him desperately, rocking against him through the waves of his orgasm.
When he was certain the older one was done, he pushed him away gently, turning onto his side, his back to Yamashita. He bit his bottom lip in reflection only for a second. No one would ever know about this, right?
The moment he was pushed away, guilt flooded Yamashita’s body. He had just had sex with a minor, with a minor who was legally related to him. Terror gripped him. What if Hironori claimed that he had been raped? He certainly would be within his rights. They were here in the middle of nowhere, Yamashita had intoxicated him and taken advantage of him. If anyone ever found out, it would be the end of him.
He wanted to say something to the boy, but Hironori was facing away, looking unwilling to talk.
After a while, Kusano stood, pulling on his yukata and disappearing into the bathroom. He stared at his reflection and gave himself a disappointed look.
“You know better,” he said to himself. “You can’t go taking advantage of older men like that, and you know it.” He put his hands on his hips and turned on the shower. “No more,” he warned his reflection one more time before stepping under the spray and starting to wash himself.
Yamashita listened to the low sounds coming from the bathroom, unable to discern what Hironori was saying. When the shower turned on, he groaned, because the first thing he thought was that he wanted a shower, too and wouldn’t mind taking it with Hironori.
He lay there in indecision, knowing that he had taken this much farther than he had ever meant to, while at the same time knowing that it couldn’t get much worse.
Standing slowly, Yamashita made his way to the bathroom door, trying the knob to see if it would open.
Kusano felt cool air and saw his steam slowly waft away. He looked toward the door and turned back around when Yamashita walked in. “Nani?” he asked.
Yamashita looked at Hironori, feeling more unsure of himself than he ever had.
“Can I shower with you,” he croaked, shifting from one foot to the other.
Kusano shrugged a bit. “I don’t care.”
Yamashita slipped into the shower, tugging off his yukata as he went. His hand slipped around Hironori’s waist to turn him around.
“Hiro . . .” he whispered, “This is our secret. Yours and mine.”
“Like I would tell anyone I fucked my mother’s husband,” Kusano scoffed.
Yamashita sighed and tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling, “This is my fault, I’m really sorry.”
“No you aren’t, or you would have never went along with it.”
“I’m the one that started it,” Yamashita whispered, staring at the younger one, “I don’t know what got a hold of me.”
Kusano turned and rolled his eyes. “You do, too.”
“What do you want me to say,” Yamashita asked, “Do you want me to admit that I’ve got a thing for you?”
“Don’t you think fucking me says that enough?” Kusano muttered, finding the soap.
“So, what,” Yamashita huffed, “You go back to hating me? Is that how it works?”
The older man reached around and grabbed the soap from Hironori and backed him up against the wall of the shower, locking eyes with him.
“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he whispered.
“Why did you marry my mother?” Kusano asked.
“I love her,” Yamashita said softly, “I’ve never even been attracted to a guy before.”
“Well you need to make up your mind.” Kusano said. “Do you love her or are you attracted to guys? One of us doesn’t fit into the equation.”
“I do love your mother,” Yamashita replied, slowly, “I don’t want to hurt her. I shouldn’t do this with you, it’s not right and it’s not fair.”
“So why are you standing here pressing me against the wall with your hands on my hips?” Kusano whispered.
Yamashita hadn’t even realized that they were that close together, but the moment Hironori pointed it out, he told himself to back away, only to find that he couldn’t.
“I shouldn’t,” he said finally, “But I can’t help wanting you.”
“You have to help it,” Kusano said. “You can’t do this with me and be married to my mom.”
Yamashita forced himself off of the boy and fled the shower, berating himself for having gone after Hironori at all. He was a married man with a baby on the way. He had a responsibility to his family, to his wife and his stepson and to a child that had yet to arrive. He had to be an adult, not give in anymore to wild, childish fantasies.
Kusano stayed in the shower for a long time, sliding down the wall and sitting under the spray with his arms wrapped around himself. He’d really stepped into a big mess this time. It was one thing to seduce a teacher and someone like Keisuke, but his mom’s husband? All because he hated the guy? He shook his head. How was he going to get out of this one?
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The two of them drove home in complete silence. Yamashita woke up wishing that the night before had all been some freakish nightmare, but the evidence of what they’d done was still obvious in the angry red marks that barely peeked over the collar of Hironori’s shirt, and the fresh bruises on his hips. Yamashita was flooded with shame the whole way back, and had no clue what to say in recompense to the boy he had just taken advantage of.
Kusano was plotting in his mind different ways to fix this problem. “Before we get back can we stop and eat? I’m starving.”
Yamashita grunted in the affirmative and found them a family restaurant to eat at, pulling the car into the lot.
Kusano went right in and ordered the biggest breakfast he could. He needed to stall getting home as much as possible.
Yamashita wasn’t feeling so hungry, but wasn’t particularly anxious to get home either. He wanted to run away and hide from what he knew was eventually coming and was perfectly happy to eat as slowly as possible.
Kusano put his attention to his phone as they waited. He texted back and forth with Keisuke for a while before checking his emails and replying to forum topics. He didn’t want to talk to the man across from him but after a while, he ran out of things to do. He sighed and put his phone on the table, his chin in his hand, elbow next to his phone.
He looked around the cafe and grimaced at all the couples. Hopefully they looked like father and son instead of a couple. Kusano glanced at Yamashita and sighed again, looking out the window. He needed a new hobby, something to replace seducing older men. He just couldn’t help it. There was something about a more mature man that turned him on.
He got lucky with Keisuke though. He was young but still older and his mother liked him well enough. He did love Keisuke, there was no question about that. He didn’t know what to do now.
Yamashita was picking at his food with a deep frown on his face. He didn't understand how he'd gotten to this point. Whenever he looked at Hironori across the table, his blood started boiling. Just looking at the boy made him feel crazy inside. He couldn't control the feelings of lust and desire that took over him.
"What are you thinking," he asked gruffly.
"I'm trying not to think about what happened last night, what I'm going to say to mom and what I'm going to tell Kei."
"Aside from the Kei thing, I know what you mean," Yamashita muttered, "This is a mess."
"It’s your fault you know." Kusano said.
Yamashita winced, "I know it is. I don't know how I'm going to fix it."
"You could always start by not looking at me as if I'm an antelope and you're a lion." Kusano suggested.
"What," Yamashita's head jerked back in shock.
"Don't play like you don't and don't play like you don't catch yourself doing it. You look at me like I'm prized game that you are hunting. And I like it. So if you want it to stop, you have the power to make it stop."
"You like it," Yamashita latched onto that statement immediately, leaning forward.
Kusano gaped at him. "You' re doing it right now!"
Yamapi winced and leaned back.
"Maybe I could help it," he sighed, "But you don't understand how enticing you are."
"No, I do." Kusano crossed his arms and leaned back. "I do."
Yamashita's eyes narrowed, "Meaning what?"
"Meaning you aren't the first person to partake of the pleasures I gave you." Kusano said.
Yamashita felt like he was missing something. He knew that the younger man was sleeping with Keisuke, so the statement didn't quite make sense, since it was so obvious. He shook his head, still unable to understand and unsure if he wanted to.
Kusano rolled his eyes. "Six. You're the sixth person."
Yamapi looked at his food, repulsed and feeling deeply nauseous. He pushed the plate away and stood, taking the ticket and paying for the meal and headed out to the car.
Kusano watched him walk away and pouted, crossing his arms. He felt his chest tighten and bit his bottom lip. He wasn't sure why he was hurting, this guy meant nothing to him. He ate his breakfast slowly and when he was done, he slipped out the back of the cafe and started walking. He didn't want to go home so he wasn't going to.
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Mother Knows Best Part 4
Type: Multi-chapter
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: KusaPi
Rating: NC-17 OVERALL.
Authors: AkiTe (as always)
Summary: Kusano doesn’t like that his mother is getting remarried. The man she’s marrying doesn’t like the fact that Kusano doesn’t like him.
Author's Note: I really love this fic! -Te
Previous
Mother Knows Best Part 1
Mother Knows Best Part 2
He dried off and ordered them dinner, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He only indicated that there be one glass for the whiskey, but since Hironori would receive a glass anyway for whatever drink came with their meal, likely hot tea, he could use that one. When their large, traditional meal arrived, he happily poured himself a healthy tumbler full of the whiskey and drank it down, hoping to calm his nerves.
Kusano ate until he was stuffed and then snagged the bottle of whiskey, filling his glass. "Maybe I should tell you this after I down this glass but..." Kusa swallowed the whole serving in one go. "I'm a total lightweight." He giggled.
Yamashita groaned, "You're not serious."
He really hoped that Hironori was neither a lightweight nor a major flirt when he got drunk, or things would get really hard, really fast.
Kusano smiled. "I really am. Keisuke always makes fun of me for it."
Yamapi nearly spit out his next swallow of whiskey.
"You drink with him?!"
"Only sometimes. We didn't this weekend, though. We just stayed at his house, in his room, in bed..." Kusano's voice trailed off.
Yamashita slammed the rest back and took another one nearly as fast. He didn't want to hear this.
"I see," he mumbled, shoveling a slice of sashimi into his mouth.
Kusano moaned and took another drink, falling back to the floor and spreading his arms out. His back arched in a stretch and he moaned again, remembering his weekend.
"Haa~ tsukareta..."
You gotta quit it with that moaning, especially if you're going to be all laid out like that, Yamashita thought, staring at Hironori.
"Are you that tired," he asked.
"My body is, but my brain is wide awake." Kusano said, sitting up. "Why? Got any special plans?"
"What kind of plans would I have other than to make sure we finish this bottle of whiskey," Yamashita said innocently, his legs falling open under his robe.
"I dunno..." Kusano grinned. "But we are friends, so whatever we do mom doesn't have to know about."
"I think getting drunk is our limit for the night," Yamashita said in a light tone.
Anymore than this, and I'll get arrested for statutory rape, the man thought forlornly, pouring another glass for him and the boy.
"We need music!" Kusano said. "Sing, Tomo-san. What songs do you know that I would know?" Kusano shifted closer and smiled up at him.
Yamashita was caught off-guard by the request and tilted his head in thought.
"Do you know that new dance song," he asked, "The one by that solo artist guy everyone's all crazy about. One in a . . . some English title."
Kusano grimaced. "Yeah. Million is the last bit there. I hate that video. The guy, though...damn he could do me and I'd never do anything but scream his name and pull his hair. That chick is seriously dame and I don't like the way the camera always goes to her ass. It's relatively flat anyway. I have a better ass than she does," Kusano scoffed.
Yamashita tried imagining Hironori screaming his name and pulling his hair and all of the sudden the room got too hot and his robe was too stifling and things were happening to him that the alcohol was making it hard to control. He didn't know how to respond to the boy's comments with anything that wouldn't sound horribly inappropriate and he crossed his legs, hoping to hide the slight bulge beginning to form beneath the thin fabric.
"I mean. He's so sexy and she's so ... not," Kusano continued. "He needs to hook up with me, I'll show him one in a million." Kusano nodded and downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass.
"He's too old for you," Yamashita croaked in a self-condemning tone.
"Nah, age is just a red herring." Kusano nodded. "A good time is a good time. Age will get you in trouble for no reason. Who cares who was born when. If that guy came on to me I would tell him to come onto me, if you get my meaning. Aitsu..." He sighed dreamily.
"People used to tell me that I look like him," Yamashita said off-handedly.
Kusano snorted. "Twenty years ago maybe you did." He chuckled and crawled over to the futon he had pulled out while they had waited for their dinner. He pulled back the blanket and slid underneath it.
"Gee, thanks," Yamashita grumbled, polishing off the whiskey and decided to get into his futon as well, "I guess you're going to sleep?"
"I'm just getting in bed so you don’t have to drag me there when I pass out," Kusano giggled. "The light?"
Yamashita groaned and got back up, walking a little bit strangely as he went to shut off the light and got back under the covers.
"There, that’s better," he asked, looking down at the way the moonlight through the window softened the tone of Hironori's skin.
"Much." Kusano whispered, moving about a little before settling down and closing his eyes.
Yamashita watched as Hironori got comfortable and settled down to sleep. The boy looked peaceful and contented to be around him for the first time since the two if them met. He could only hope that the young man was still so enthusiastic about being friends with him in the morning.
When Hironori's breath evened out, Yamashita knew he'd finally fallen asleep. Tentatively he reached over and ran his finger over the boy's soft features, his breath catching as he did so.
Kusano hummed and turned toward him, scooting a little closer in his sleep.
Yamashita hardly dared to move for fear that the boy would awaken to see what was happening. The older man slowly traced the gentle curve of Hironori's ear with his fingertips and then down his neck, flirting with a sexy collarbone.
He's so perfect, Yamashita thought.
Kusano opened his eyes and took Yamashita’s hand, holding it to his skin and sliding it lower over his chest until Yamashita’s fingers slid over his nipple. Kusano moaned and arched into the touch.
"Tomo..."
Yamashita nearly panicked. He had not expected Hironori to wake up, or to acknowledge his advances so readily. Lust and mild intoxication clouded his thoughts enough that he eagerly rubbed at the taut bud of flesh.
"Hiro," he whispered back, his voice trembling.
Kusano moaned and moved closer, his face centimeters from Yamashita’s. "Chushite."
Yamashita whimpered and did, very gently, as he was told; dipping his tongue between Hironori's lips and tasting his sweet warmth. The hand over the nipple moved to reside beneath Hironori's robe, fondling soft skin.
Kusano hummed in approval and took it a step further, pushing his robe open and off his shoulders, pressing against Yamashita's front completely.
He stuck his hands inside the older one's robe and massaged his pecs.
"Sugoi..." he murmured.
Yamashita wrapped his arms loosely around Hironori's hips, groaning at the younger boy's touches, hardly able to believe this was happening and so turned on it was burning him from within. His hips ground against Hironori's insistently, his hands hiking up the short hem of the robe to expose the firm, tight ass that had been taunting him not an hour before.
"Hiro," he moaned softly, his hands gripping the newly exposed flesh.
He was out of control, beyond saving at this point. All he could think about was how much he wanted this boy, naked and flushed and spread out beneath him, pulling his hair and screaming his name.
Kusano moaned and pressed his hips back against Yamashita's and pushed him onto his back, crawling over him and opening up his robe. He pushed the fabric back off of Yamashita's shoulders and leaned down, letting his tongue slide down his neck and across his collarbones, pausing to suck on them for a moment.
Yamashita bit his lip hard, his hands fisting the sheets that were starting to get tangled up around them. He had no idea what to expect, but he'd never expected Hironori to be this forward. He wanted to ask the boy what they were doing and if they should be doing it at all, but he didn't want things to stop. He had been craving this for ages, and he hadn't even realized how badly until now.
He worried, momentarily about the sucking, afraid that Hironori would leave a mark that he would have to explain to Saori when he arrived home. He could only hope the boy had sense enough not to suck too long and hard, at least not there.
Kusano didn't linger, he had other things that he felt were more important to get to. He moved on, sucking at the other one's nipples and rubbing at his sides.
He untied the belt on the robe and pushed it open, getting between Yamashita's legs as he slid lower, under the covers.
The further down Hironori slipped, the harder it was for Yamashita to breathe. He knew what he should expect, and it made his cock jump and twitch in anticipation. He felt bad admitting it, but he hadn't been this turned on in months. He didn't know what it was about Hironori that was so enticing, but when the younger man looked up at him just as he slid out of sight, Yamashita figured that look in his eyes had something to do with it.
Kusano stroked at the erection he had discovered and smirked, running his tongue along the underside of it before taking it fully into his mouth. He let his free hand slide out from under the covers to play with Yamashita's nipples again.
"Fuck," Yamashita hissed, one hand covering the hand on his nipple and then stroking down the wrist to the elbow and rubbing gently at the sensitive skin just inside it.
He had to keep his hips from jerking up into that heat and he simultaneously wanted to ravage the boy's mouth with his tongue, taste himself on the boy.
Kusano used his foot to pull the covers back. He looked up at Yamashita when the covers were gone. "Kimochii?" He asked innocently as his mouth slid over the erection again, cheeks hollowing as he sucked with all he had.
Yamashita's head dug back into the pillow, his vision popping with stars and his toes curling.
"Kami, yes," he breathed, his head lolling back into a position where he could see Hironori.
He knew why the boy was so good at this, but he didn't want to think about it, because, at least for now, Hironori was doing it to and for him.
"I want you," he groaned, his voice slightly thick from alcohol, but mostly from crazed lust.
Kusano let off of Yamashita's cock with a pop and sat up, moving to straddle the older one's hips. "You do?" He smiled. "Then have me," Kusano whispered.
Yamashita rolled them over, burying his tongue in the cavern of Hironori's mouth, relishing the slight salt taste left there from his dick in the younger man's mouth.
"How do you like it," he whispered, wanting to please the boy, too.
"I love it all," Kusano groaned, lifting his hips.
Yamashita carefully dipped a finger into Hironori, probing the hot, tight hole curiously. He worried because he didn't have experience with men, though he figured that it was more or less the same as being with a woman; just a little less wet.
"Does that feel good," he murmured, pulling out to wet his middle digit and slip it inside the boy again.
"So good." Kusano moaned. "Motto."
Yamashita licked his lips and kissed Hironori again, hoping to muffle both their noises a little to keep from drawing too much attention to themselves and so that he could enjoy feeling the younger one moaning into his mouth.
His fingers delved deep, one quickly following the other to stretch and press the boy apart, curling and spreading inside Hironori. His free hand tugged lightly at the well-developed length between to smaller framed boy's legs.
Kusano whimpered and tugged at Yamashita's length. "I want you in me," Kusano murmured. "Please..."
Yamashita felt his brain short-circuit. He didn't know a lot about same sex intercourse but he couldn't imagine that, even with excellent preparation, this wouldn't hurt at least a little.
Tentatively, he moved Hironori's hand and licked his own palm to make the skin of his aching sex slick enough to cause the boy less discomfort, and then, accompanied by a searing kiss, he spread Hironori's legs wide and guided himself into the young man's tight, hot hole, groaning as the impossible resistance slowly encased his throbbing organ.
"Hiro," he gasped, burying his face in the boy's neck.
Kusano moaned and let his legs fall open wider. "Kimochii..." He leg his arms stretch out above his head and his back arch in pleasure as he licked his lips, staring into Yamashita's eyes.
Yamashita shuddered, groaning and staring back, willing his hips to move because he was stunned by how amazing the boy looked that he froze for a second. Gripping Hironori's hips, ignoring the bruises that were already there, he gently started to work his way in and out of the tight but yielding body.
"Ii," he panted out, droplets of sweat starting to slide down his face and back.
Kusano made sure to move in a way that would be pleasing to Yamashita, rolling his hips and wrapping his legs tightly around his waist, letting his hands slide over Yamashita's shoulders. "Motto..."
Yamashita wrapped his arms around Hironori as well, pulling him close, allowing his mind to drift off and his body to take over. He imprinted on himself every subtle curve of the younger man's body against his own, the way he smelled, the way he moved, the way he sounded whenever their hips met. The soft, whining pants began to undo him and his thrusting became wilder, more uncontrolled, his breath forcing its way out in desperate grunts and moans.
"Hiro . . .," he groaned, licking at the younger boy's neck and gently nipping at the tender skin.
Kusano hummed and held Yamashita's face to his neck. "Please, yes, mark me," he begged.
Yamashita let out a harsh gasp and immediately went to do so, not caring about the consequences. He wanted one of the marks on Hironori's body to be one of his own. He sucked aggressively at the delicate flesh, leaving a few angry red welts in his wake.
Kusano whimpered and tugged at the older man’s hair, gasping out as his release spat suddenly between them. “Iku~” he whimpered. “Iku.”
Yamashita groaned as he felt the heat of Hironori’s release splatter against his skin. His hips snapped wildly in response, driving harder, deeper into the younger boy’s willing body, his own release just on the verge of arriving.
Without asking if it would be alright, he poured himself into the smaller frame, groaning out Hironori’s name and clutching at him desperately, rocking against him through the waves of his orgasm.
When he was certain the older one was done, he pushed him away gently, turning onto his side, his back to Yamashita. He bit his bottom lip in reflection only for a second. No one would ever know about this, right?
The moment he was pushed away, guilt flooded Yamashita’s body. He had just had sex with a minor, with a minor who was legally related to him. Terror gripped him. What if Hironori claimed that he had been raped? He certainly would be within his rights. They were here in the middle of nowhere, Yamashita had intoxicated him and taken advantage of him. If anyone ever found out, it would be the end of him.
He wanted to say something to the boy, but Hironori was facing away, looking unwilling to talk.
After a while, Kusano stood, pulling on his yukata and disappearing into the bathroom. He stared at his reflection and gave himself a disappointed look.
“You know better,” he said to himself. “You can’t go taking advantage of older men like that, and you know it.” He put his hands on his hips and turned on the shower. “No more,” he warned his reflection one more time before stepping under the spray and starting to wash himself.
Yamashita listened to the low sounds coming from the bathroom, unable to discern what Hironori was saying. When the shower turned on, he groaned, because the first thing he thought was that he wanted a shower, too and wouldn’t mind taking it with Hironori.
He lay there in indecision, knowing that he had taken this much farther than he had ever meant to, while at the same time knowing that it couldn’t get much worse.
Standing slowly, Yamashita made his way to the bathroom door, trying the knob to see if it would open.
Kusano felt cool air and saw his steam slowly waft away. He looked toward the door and turned back around when Yamashita walked in. “Nani?” he asked.
Yamashita looked at Hironori, feeling more unsure of himself than he ever had.
“Can I shower with you,” he croaked, shifting from one foot to the other.
Kusano shrugged a bit. “I don’t care.”
Yamashita slipped into the shower, tugging off his yukata as he went. His hand slipped around Hironori’s waist to turn him around.
“Hiro . . .” he whispered, “This is our secret. Yours and mine.”
“Like I would tell anyone I fucked my mother’s husband,” Kusano scoffed.
Yamashita sighed and tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling, “This is my fault, I’m really sorry.”
“No you aren’t, or you would have never went along with it.”
“I’m the one that started it,” Yamashita whispered, staring at the younger one, “I don’t know what got a hold of me.”
Kusano turned and rolled his eyes. “You do, too.”
“What do you want me to say,” Yamashita asked, “Do you want me to admit that I’ve got a thing for you?”
“Don’t you think fucking me says that enough?” Kusano muttered, finding the soap.
“So, what,” Yamashita huffed, “You go back to hating me? Is that how it works?”
The older man reached around and grabbed the soap from Hironori and backed him up against the wall of the shower, locking eyes with him.
“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he whispered.
“Why did you marry my mother?” Kusano asked.
“I love her,” Yamashita said softly, “I’ve never even been attracted to a guy before.”
“Well you need to make up your mind.” Kusano said. “Do you love her or are you attracted to guys? One of us doesn’t fit into the equation.”
“I do love your mother,” Yamashita replied, slowly, “I don’t want to hurt her. I shouldn’t do this with you, it’s not right and it’s not fair.”
“So why are you standing here pressing me against the wall with your hands on my hips?” Kusano whispered.
Yamashita hadn’t even realized that they were that close together, but the moment Hironori pointed it out, he told himself to back away, only to find that he couldn’t.
“I shouldn’t,” he said finally, “But I can’t help wanting you.”
“You have to help it,” Kusano said. “You can’t do this with me and be married to my mom.”
Yamashita forced himself off of the boy and fled the shower, berating himself for having gone after Hironori at all. He was a married man with a baby on the way. He had a responsibility to his family, to his wife and his stepson and to a child that had yet to arrive. He had to be an adult, not give in anymore to wild, childish fantasies.
Kusano stayed in the shower for a long time, sliding down the wall and sitting under the spray with his arms wrapped around himself. He’d really stepped into a big mess this time. It was one thing to seduce a teacher and someone like Keisuke, but his mom’s husband? All because he hated the guy? He shook his head. How was he going to get out of this one?
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The two of them drove home in complete silence. Yamashita woke up wishing that the night before had all been some freakish nightmare, but the evidence of what they’d done was still obvious in the angry red marks that barely peeked over the collar of Hironori’s shirt, and the fresh bruises on his hips. Yamashita was flooded with shame the whole way back, and had no clue what to say in recompense to the boy he had just taken advantage of.
Kusano was plotting in his mind different ways to fix this problem. “Before we get back can we stop and eat? I’m starving.”
Yamashita grunted in the affirmative and found them a family restaurant to eat at, pulling the car into the lot.
Kusano went right in and ordered the biggest breakfast he could. He needed to stall getting home as much as possible.
Yamashita wasn’t feeling so hungry, but wasn’t particularly anxious to get home either. He wanted to run away and hide from what he knew was eventually coming and was perfectly happy to eat as slowly as possible.
Kusano put his attention to his phone as they waited. He texted back and forth with Keisuke for a while before checking his emails and replying to forum topics. He didn’t want to talk to the man across from him but after a while, he ran out of things to do. He sighed and put his phone on the table, his chin in his hand, elbow next to his phone.
He looked around the cafe and grimaced at all the couples. Hopefully they looked like father and son instead of a couple. Kusano glanced at Yamashita and sighed again, looking out the window. He needed a new hobby, something to replace seducing older men. He just couldn’t help it. There was something about a more mature man that turned him on.
He got lucky with Keisuke though. He was young but still older and his mother liked him well enough. He did love Keisuke, there was no question about that. He didn’t know what to do now.
Yamashita was picking at his food with a deep frown on his face. He didn't understand how he'd gotten to this point. Whenever he looked at Hironori across the table, his blood started boiling. Just looking at the boy made him feel crazy inside. He couldn't control the feelings of lust and desire that took over him.
"What are you thinking," he asked gruffly.
"I'm trying not to think about what happened last night, what I'm going to say to mom and what I'm going to tell Kei."
"Aside from the Kei thing, I know what you mean," Yamashita muttered, "This is a mess."
"It’s your fault you know." Kusano said.
Yamashita winced, "I know it is. I don't know how I'm going to fix it."
"You could always start by not looking at me as if I'm an antelope and you're a lion." Kusano suggested.
"What," Yamashita's head jerked back in shock.
"Don't play like you don't and don't play like you don't catch yourself doing it. You look at me like I'm prized game that you are hunting. And I like it. So if you want it to stop, you have the power to make it stop."
"You like it," Yamashita latched onto that statement immediately, leaning forward.
Kusano gaped at him. "You' re doing it right now!"
Yamapi winced and leaned back.
"Maybe I could help it," he sighed, "But you don't understand how enticing you are."
"No, I do." Kusano crossed his arms and leaned back. "I do."
Yamashita's eyes narrowed, "Meaning what?"
"Meaning you aren't the first person to partake of the pleasures I gave you." Kusano said.
Yamashita felt like he was missing something. He knew that the younger man was sleeping with Keisuke, so the statement didn't quite make sense, since it was so obvious. He shook his head, still unable to understand and unsure if he wanted to.
Kusano rolled his eyes. "Six. You're the sixth person."
Yamapi looked at his food, repulsed and feeling deeply nauseous. He pushed the plate away and stood, taking the ticket and paying for the meal and headed out to the car.
Kusano watched him walk away and pouted, crossing his arms. He felt his chest tighten and bit his bottom lip. He wasn't sure why he was hurting, this guy meant nothing to him. He ate his breakfast slowly and when he was done, he slipped out the back of the cafe and started walking. He didn't want to go home so he wasn't going to.
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Mother Knows Best Part 4