I'm Willing to Wait Part 2/3 [one shot no. 1]
Title: I’m Willing to Wait [Part 2]
Author: AokiHana8694
Pairing: Tegoshi/ Masuda
Word count: 6,101
Summary: Shige dragged Masuda to an obviously suspicious bus, and there he will experience the thing he doesn’t want to experience [I guess], SEX.
“S-stop t-that, p-please.” Masuda told him, breathing almost unstable.
Yuya looked at him. “But I told you I’m not going to stop.” And he continued to grind his ass on Masuda’s cock.
“B-But… this is n-not right. M-me and y-you.”
“Mmm…you think so…?” He reaches one of Masuda’s nipples and pinches it. Masuda gasps, and he’s cock throbbed on his pants.
“Ooh…you’re bad. You’re telling me to stop but you’re body doesn’t agree with your mouth. Does my ass really feel so good?”
“Fuck...you…”
“Eh? That won’t happen. I might be the one to fuck you.” He reaches for his own and started to rub it. He makes lewd noises, as he grinds his ass deeper on Masuda. Masuda, though he doesn’t want to, moans.
“Fuck…P-please, Yuya…Let’s stop t-this. This is r-really insane.”
“I’m not finished yet. I’ll just stop when you’d finally got what you deserve. And you might regret it, do you know that mine’s over average length? It’ll feel good, you know. It’s big and nice. Come on, don’t argue with me now. I know you want my cock inside your ass.”
Yuya grinds more, eyes shut and lips parted. He’s rubbing his painfully hard dressed cock, cupping it and squeezing it. Masuda on the other side fights back the urge to moan, but fails. He utters a mantra of ‘oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck’, but it stops when the movement above him also stopped.
“You love it.” Yuya told him between heavy pants.
“I…What?” Masuda asked, and he bit his lower lip for realizing what he’d just been saying. “Fuck.” And that’s all Yuya needs before he crushed their lips, strong and forceful. Masuda doesn’t respond at first, but there is something about Yuya’s lips that he can’t resist, so he responded eagerly. He clings onto Yuya, pulling him down to deepen the kiss, and Yuya happily complied. They swirled their tongues together, Masuda doesn’t bother on the issue of saliva sharing, and Yuya...well he’s enjoying it.
“I thought you want to stop this.” Yuya whispered on Masuda’s ear as they broke the kiss.
Masuda hold him in a semi- embrace, panting heavily as he gives Yuya’s neck a lick. Yuya moans and he quickly changes his position on top of Masuda, and started to move again, finding some friction between their cocks.
“But…” He pauses for a while, gathering all his strength to say those embarrassing words. “You’re giving me the reason to continue.” He told him shyly. And he can feel Yuya’s smile on his neck.
“Really? Am I that hot that you can’t resist me?” he asked him again, not bothering to stop the movement. He’s expecting an answer, but he got no reply from Massu. He’s supposed to speak but it all caught up in his throat as Masuda finally respond, thrusting up his hips and starts rubbing his own against Yuya.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop.” Yuya hisses and it surprises him as Masuda’s hands starts to unbuckle his belt. Masuda pulled down his jeans along with his boxers down to his ankle, and his cheeks seemed to burn as he finally caught sight of Yuya’s fully erected cock. Yuya’s hand quickly moves on his own cock, and starts stroking it, murmuring obscene things about how hard he is and how he wanted to fuck Masuda senseless. Masuda, on the other side, starts to unbuckle his own belt.
“Let me do it.” Yuya offered as he shoves Masuda’s hands away on his own belt. As a return, Masuda wrapped his hand on Yuya’s cock, stroking it experimentally. Yuya moans loudly. He loves the way Masuda’s hand is wrapped on his cock, the way Masuda applies just the right amount of pressure in gripping his cock and the way it moves up and down on it. He almost forgot what he’s doing when he heard Masuda groaned, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Lift your hips so I can remove these.” And Masuda complied. It relieves him when the constricting jeans and boxers are finally removed from the vicinity of his cock. Yuya smiles and holds Masuda’s cock.
“Wow, you’re surprisingly bigger and nicer than I thought. I bet the ones you have fuck before loved your cock inside their asses.” Yuya told him playfully, but deep inside, he feels something, like his disappointed that Masuda loses his virginity on his previous fuck buddies.
“B-but… I haven’t…Haven’t sex…with anyone in my whole life…You’ll be…the first…Oh fuck, Yuya, more.” Masuda shuts his eyes close. He loses control of his body; he’s now aching for something more than Yuya’s talented hand. To his displeasure, Yuya stops moving above him--again, and when their eyes met, he saw a different spark on Yuya’s eyes.
“What?” He asked Yuya when he keeps on staring at him like he can’t believe what he have just said.
“I’m going to make sure you’re going home wearing that smug look on your face.”
And that’s the only warning Masuda got before Yuya’s lips are wrapped on his cock. He let his head fall back on the bed, trying to form sentences but fails to do so as Yuya suck him off. He buries his fingers on Yuya’s hair, pushing his head deeper so that Yuya can fully suck his cock with his very talented mouth, and Yuya doesn’t argue. He sucks Masuda’s cock like a pro, licking the underside while playing with his balls, and it made Masuda moan loudly. It really drives him crazy, the way Yuya’s now pink and swollen lips wrapped around his cock, and the way his tongue give the slit a teasing lick is so awesome.
“You like it? Me giving your cock special attention?” Yuya asked him the same time he leaves Masuda’s cock unattended for a while, and Masuda only nodded. He’s too smug too answer Yuya’s question.
Yuya smiles. “Then how about mine? Are you going to suck me too?”
The smug look on Masuda’s face fades. He quickly sat up, pushing Yuya away from him, covering his lower body with the blanket.
“Y-Yours?” He stutters over his own words.
Yuya raises an eyebrow. “H-Hey, don’t tell me I’m gonna do all the work alone? That’s unfair.”
Masuda tries to open his mouth, give Yuya an answer to his question but no words came out, instead he lets out a nervous laugh.
“What’s with that laugh?”
“Um, Yuya, I-I think we should stop this. I don’t want my family or Shige to discover this, it’s- it’s…this is just…” embarrassing.
“Embarrassing?”
Masuda nodded nervously. “Yes. Embarrassing.”
Yuya twitches his lips. “Embarrassing…” he whispers to himself. Masuda waits, hoping Yuya will realize the fact too, that guys are not allowed to stick their penises on each other. But Yuya’s answer is what he doesn’t want to hear.
“No, I think its okay. Sucking cock is more fantastic than sucking nipples, and sticking cock on the ass is hotter than sticking it on the vagina.”
Masuda’s jaws slacked. He really can’t believe this Yuya guy. How can he say such vulgar words without thinking it over?
Masuda’s train of thoughts was cut off when he felt Yuya’s hands on his shoulder.
“Give up already.”
“W-what?”
“Don’t stop yourself. I know you want it. You want something very memorable to happen between us. I can tell, from the way you moan, the way your eyelashes flutter and the way you hold me earlier. So please,” Yuya’s face comes closer to Masuda, the tip of their noses brushing lightly. “Let me do it to you. I promise to make it feel so awesome that you will feel it for days, that you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”
After weighing all the pros and cons, Masuda finally gave in. His hand creeping on Yuya’s neck, while the other’s stroking him between his legs. Yuya gasps, makes lewd noises before Masuda crushed their lips. It feels so good, so great that Masuda doesn’t want to stop.
“Oh god, please don’t stop.” Yuya mumbles between hot kisses as Masuda strokes his cock fast. He laid Yuya onto the bed, not stopping the stroking thing. His lips slowly went down on Yuya’s throat, stopping for a while to lick the clavicles, and then reaching out for the hem of Yuya’s shirt.
“Can I?”Masuda asked him shyly, and Yuya nodded. He looks so beautiful, his face, his disheveled hair, his slightly parted lips, with slender body like the girl’s, with the delicate skin as white as snow, as soft as cotton. He’s dazzling like a diamond, and Massu can’t help but lower his head and give Yuya a kiss on the lips. It’s sweet and loving, and Massu doesn’t want to break the kiss. It’s enough for him, more than enough, just to kiss Yuya like this, kiss him endlessly even without sex. But Yuya has different plans.
He pulled Massu, almost roughly, onto the bed and sat on top of him. He reaches for Massu’s shirt, unbuttoning it and shoving it away on Massu’s body and tosses it somewhere on the floor. His eyes raked Massu’s body. The well-shaped abs, the chest, his really big biceps. He’s staring there like an idiot when he hears Massu laugh nervously. He also remembers he needs to breathe in order for him to continue living.
“Um, p-please don’t look at me like that.” Massu told him, cheeks blushing.
Yuya lets out a soft laugh. “I’m sorry. You’re…you’re in awesome shape. You’re…gorgeous. I mean… you’re damn dead gorgeous. And it’s my first time to have sex with a guy having this…great body.” Yuya stammers.
They fell silent for a moment, silent that it’s making Massu uncomfortable. Who the hell do you think can relax when a guy’s sitting above you with his cock suspended in mid-air and his ass nearly touching your cock?
“Um, w-what shall we do next?” Massu asked out of nowhere. Yuya looks at him with his big brown eyes, and it made Massu’s cheeks even brighter as he goes over with his question.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” And Yuya kisses him. Massu responded, pulling Yuya closer until their bodies makes contact with each other. It’s warm, Yuya’s body is warm, and Massu suddenly loses control of himself. He slides a tongue on Yuya’s mouth, swirling it with Yuya’s, and Yuya moans on the kiss. His hands start to explore Massu’s body, landing on his biceps and gripping it tightly.
“Massu…” Yuya mumbled between kisses.
Massu stops praising Yuya’s mouth. “What is it?”
“I want to suck your cock. “
Masuda’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded anyway.
Awkward as always.
Yuya smiled and gives his cheeks pecks. “Just trust me, okay?”
Massu nodded and he grunts when he felt Yuya’s lips travelling down his chest, pauses for a while to flick his nipple back and forth across it and continued downwards. Massu let his eyes shut close, as Yuya’s tongue licks his navel teasingly, swirling it around and sucking it before going to what he really wanted. He looks up on Massu, lips now parted and chest heaving. Yuya smiles triumphantly as he wrapped his hands on Massu’s cock and start stroking it. Massu lets out an appreciative moan as Yuya continue to give him hand job. But Yuya stops, and it made Massu a little frustrated, but before he can complain, Tegoshi’s tongue pokes out, giving his head an experimental lick. His back arches, as Yuya continued to lick the soft flesh playfully, licking the underside down to his balls, and sucking it.
“Oh fuck, Yuya, don’t stop.” Massu hisses, and Yuya happily complied. He sucks
Massu’s balls, receiving a satisfied moan from Massu.
“Oh God Yuya, D-Deep throat me.” And Yuya complied.
He wrapped his pink, soft lips on Massu’s wholeness, and it feels so good. He loves the way Massu’s cock fill his mouth, the way it throbs every time he gives the slit an experimental lick. He wants to stop now, fuck Massu hard and fast, but Massu’s strong hands are on his hair now, gripping it tight, guiding him to go deeper and without hesitation, Yuya suck Massu all the way down. Massu moans loudly, trying to form coherent sentences but fails to do so. He loves the sight of Yuya’s head bobbing up and down of his cock, sucking him off. His mouth is addicting, too addicting to the point that he doesn’t want Yuya to stop until he comes inside his mouth. He groans when Yuya left his cock, still very much wet and painfully hard, to look at Massu.
“Get down on your knees and hands now dear.” Yuya uttered, voice unstable.
“Eh?” Massu managed to say between heavy breathing.
“I want you to spread your legs for me and let me give it to you hard and fast.”
Massu gulps, droplets of sweat now travelling across his face down to his neck. He’s nervous. Yes. Very nervous. And Yuya seems to notice it, so he gives Massu’s lips a kiss before beckoning him to position. Massu complied hesitantly, revealing his firm, round ass in front of Tegoshi. He knows how exposed he is, but he doesn’t really care right now, since it’s Tegoshi. He grunts when he felt Yuya’s fingers brush lightly onto the delicate skin of his ass, and he fits into giggles.
“Don’t do that, it’s tickly, you know.”
“It’ll hurt without lube.” Yuya says, and Massu’s head snapped. He looked at Tegoshi, giving him a ‘what are you talking about? You didn’t bring any protection or something’ look..
“Huh? Eh, y-you didn’t bring any of those?”
“Those? Ah, no, I haven’t prepared for this. I really have a lot of condom and lube in my apartment, but I didn’t expect sex tonight, so I didn’t brought any.” Tegoshi casually told him.
Massu’s face distorts. “T-then, w-what shall we do now…? I…Oh my god, what shall we do now?”
Yuya’s lips curled up, and it turned into a smirk, his eyes full of lust and hunger as he puts a finger inside his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Massu asked in confusion.
Yuya removes his own finger out of his mouth. “I’m going to loosen your tight little ass.” And he quickly put his saliva-slicken finger inside of Massu without notice. Massu’s back arched, his face contorted with pain as Yuya started to change the pace. It hurts, it burns. He can feel his tight hole starting to stretched as
Yuya continue to finger him. He’s panting heavily now, though it’s only a finger. After a few more pumps, Yuya whispered onto his ear, “You want more?” and Massu only nodded. All of the words were caught up in his throat.
Yuya inserts another, and Massu moaned louder.
“Oh god, fuck, Yuya, more, more!” He hisses as Yuya experimentally curled his fingers inside Massu. Massu began to thrusts his hips, and he moans each time Yuya curled his fingers or scissor him inside.
“Put…another finger, Yuya. Put another- Oh!” Massu half whimpers half moans as three fingers easily going in and out of his obviously loosen up hole.
“Ooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, faster Yuya, faster!” And Yuya doesn’t argue. He increases the speed as he inserts another finger, making Massu grip tight on the sheets. It feels so good, the way Yuya’s finger fill his not-so-tight-ass feels good. Much to his displeasure, Yuya pulls out, leaving him very empty.
“I really want to fuck you now, Massu. I want to hear you scream not because of my finger, but because of my cock.” Yuya told him, now holding him in the hips.
Massu, though very tired of the previous action managed to say “Give it to me hard, Yuya”, and Yuya smirks.
“You don’t need to say that Massu, because I’m going to make sure that you’ll be able to feel it for days.” Yuya says as he rubs his painfully hard cock between the cheeks of Massu’s ass.
He wanted to tease Massu, tease him until Massu himself ask for what he really wanted but it seems Massu grew impatient already and he bucks his hips onto Yuya.
“You really want me to fuck you huh?” Yuya asked him, voice already shaky from the simple skin contact.
“Yes I do. Please fill up my ass with your cock, and give it to me now!” Massu pleaded, and Yuya tries to hold back a smile.
His hands went immediately to Massu’s ass, spreading it more and revealing to him
Massu’s stretched hole. He gets hold of his cock, pressed the tip of his cock as he slowly pushes inside of Massu’s ass. Massu’s face grimaced, teeth gritted as Yuya slowly sank further.
“God Massu, you’re so tight, considering of what I have done earlier!” Yuya uttered
as he slowly moves inside Massu.
“Y-Yuya, s-stop…I-It might…my ass might…oh god, yours is big enough, if-if you pushed it further I might…” Massu begged Yuya between ragged breathing, but Yuya didn’t listen. He continues to go deeper, and Massu’s ass is so stretched that he accidentally clenched it, eliciting a long, airy moan from Yuya.
“Oh god, Massu, that’s great!” Yuya moans, and he accidentally slammed inside, making Massu scream.
“Oh yesh! Yuya, that’s it! Do that again!”
Yuya licks his lips. The shy Massu he has known earlier turned into a needy slut. And he likes it---no--he loves it, he loves this Massu. He loves it when Massu wants him, needs him. He pulls out almost all the way out before thrusting back, hard and harsh. Massu screams, but Yuya didn’t stop, and keeps on fucking Massu in gradually increasing pace until Massu’s incoherent enough.
“You like it, Massu? My cock, it feels nice right? It feels good? No, not good, great.”
“So fucking great. Don’t you ever stop, Yuya!”
Yuya doesn’t plan to. The tightness of Massu’s ass is driving him crazy, and he knows that that’s enough for him to cum, but he managed to control himself.
“I love your ass, Massu. My cock is perfectly sliding in and out of it.” Yuya says, not bothering to stop the slamming thing.
“Hmm yeah…You’ll have to…let me do…it to you… sometime Yuya.” Massu uttered between pants.
“Sure, if it’s you, Massu. I’m willing to spread my legs in front of you. Oh, fuck, Massu! Do it again!”
And Massu once again clenched his ass around Yuya’s cock. Yuya groaned, loving the feeling of Massu’s clenched as on his cock.
He feels so goods right now, feels so good that he didn’t expect Yuya to pull out. Doesn’t he like the way he clench his ass around him?
“Y-Yuya why did you…?”
“Ride me Massu. I want to see the intense expression your face is having. C’mon, ride me.” He says as he let himself fall back on the bed.
Massu’s cheeks went bright red-again. He makes a sound when he tried to move. It really hurts. His ass was brutally abused by Yuya’s cock, but he loves it anyway.
He slowly guided himself on top of Yuya, his hands planted on either side of Yuya’s thighs, supporting his weight, so he can’t really sit on Yuya (he’s afraid that he might hurt Tegoshi, take note, he’s bigger in built and obviously heavier than Tegoshi)
Yuya stifles a laugh when he saw Massu’s position.
“What’s with that position Massu? How are you supposed to ride me correctly if your body’s inclined like that?”
“I…um…but I’m afraid that I might hurt you if I’m going to-”
Yuya laughs and Massu raises an eyebrow.
“Why are you laughing? I’m just concerned with you. If I’m going to sit on top of you, you-”
“It doesn’t mean that when I have a slender body, I’m not strong. For your information, Massu, I’m a soccer player. I practiced twice or thrice a week. See my thighs? I know you’re quite surprised because it’s surprising muscular.”
Massu makes an ‘oh’ sound as he straightens up, but not really sitting still on top of Tegoshi.
“Come on now, Massu. I want to feel the slick walls of your ass on my cock. Ride me now.” And Massu lifted his ass, Yuya holding him in the hips as he slowly sank himself. Massu moans, at the same time Tegoshi. Massu stops moving, panting heavily and feeling the wholeness of Tegoshi inside him again. He started to ride him, slowly, and Yuya’s eyelids flutter, lips parted as he began to thrusts his hips upward in the same pace as Massu. Massu groans, presses his lips together as he started to move his hips in a circular motion. Tegoshi purrs, murmurs sweet nonsense in the air while Massu’s rocks him in slow pace. But Yuya grew impatient and he intentionally thrusts his hips upward, harshly, receiving a half-scream half-moan reaction from Massu.
“Oh fuck, ride it more, you slut.” Yuya murmurs, and it surprises Massu a bit. He doesn’t like that word, but he’s too distracted by the friction between his too abused ass and Yuya’s oh-so-painfully-hard cock. He clenched hiss ass again, and it drives Yuya crazy to the point he grips Massu’s hips tighter enough to leave a bruise.
“Oh fuck, Yuya, I think I’m…” Massu quickly wrap himself, stroking furiously as Yuya slams his cock in and out of his ass. But Yuya shoves Massu’s hand away from his own cock, staring at him with eyes full of lust.
“You’re not going to come, my dear, unless I told you to do so.” Yuya’s voice is surprisingly low and sultry it made Massu shiver.
He immediately grabbed Massu by shoulders and pushed him on the bed without pulling out his cock. He’s now on top, and as soon as he pinned Massu’s hand above his head, he began to pound more, faster and harder and deeper, until Massu screams, stray tears starts to drift off on his now pale cheeks. Yuya kisses it away, whispering to his ear how tight his ass after all what they’ve done earlier, the way it drives him crazy to death, the way Massu’s moans sounds like melody to his ear, and Massu, though obviously smug, manages to smile at him.
“I think I like you too.” Massu says, as he tries to catch his breath.
“Y-You think so, huh?”
“Yeah…Oh fuck, Yuya, please, let me…” Massu says, voice totally hoarse and barely audible.
Massu’s face now was flushed, and his breathing is extremely heavy, eyes lidded, and he didn’t even fight Yuya’s grip on his wrists, still pinned above his head. Yuya felt a rush, a very incredible one, a power at the realization that Massu is his, that he wanted him and no one else, so he slammed his hips forward, cock sank almost completely on Massu’s milky, unblemished ass, and Massu gasps.
“Promise me, that you’ll never let anyone get inside your pants, Massu.” Yuya says as he continues to slam his cock.
“P-Promise.”
“Tell me who’s cock you only want inside you.”
“Y-Yuya…Only Yuya’s cock can fuck my…” Fuck, this is embarrassing! “My ass! Oh,
Yuya, p-please…let me cum… Please, it..it really hurts…”
Only when Yuya felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm rushing through his body did he finally let go of Massu’s wrists and tell him, “Touch yourself.”
Massu wasted no time, and wrapped himself around his cock, stroking it fast and furiously, letting his mouth open slightly in one, breathy moan.
Yuya watched with sultry, bedroom eyes as Massu jerks himself off. He really looks handsome, with his strong hand wrap around his cock, his dampened hair covering his eyes. That simple scene will make Yuya come, but he fight the urge to come first and so when Massu’s body began to tremble, he speeds up, watching Massu’s facial expression as he came violently on his chest. Massu went limp beneath him, but it didn’t stop Yuya from pounding him senseless. He’s almost there, and the way he moves changes. It became more erratic and jerky, and Massu, though very exhausted, managed to make a request to Tegoshi.
“Y-Yuya, please, fill me up with your cum.”
Yuya grins. “You don’t need to mention that.” And Yuya pounds, pounds and pounds until the bed creak underneath, and the head board makes contact with the wall.
“Oh, shit…I think I’m gonna…” He searched for Massu’s hand, and when he finds it, he quickly squeezes it, and Massu squeezes back.
“Come on, now Yuya, fill me up.”
“Oh god, Massu…I!” And he gritted his teeth as soon as the milky substance finally burst out. Massu felt it, and his back arches. He loves how Yuya’s cum fill him inside. It’s warm, and slimy. Yuya pulls out, letting himself fall onto the bed, beside Massu, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, eyes shut close, lips semi-parted. He snuggles closer to Massu and hugs him. Massu hug him back, kissing his forehead.
“That was…”
“Amazing.” Yuya supplies for him.
“Yeah, totally amazing.”
“Massu…?”
“Hm?”
Yuya presses his lips together before continuing. “Do you mean that?”
Massu tried to look at him straight directly to his eyes. “What?”
“That you like me?”
Massu choke. “Ahh…about that…um..” Massu lets out a nervous laugh. “Er…well. Yeah.
Maybe. I-I think so…”
Yuya looks at him, with raised eyebrow. “What’s with that? Why are you not sure?”
“W-Well…It’s because…w-we’ve only known each other a couple of hours…and…”
“And what?”
Massu sighs, and kisses Yuya’s lips sweetly, “Nevermind, go to sleep dear.”
Yuya pouts. “Hm…answer me.”
Massu rolls his eye. “Hmm. Nevermind that. Drift to sleep, baby.”
“Baby…”
“Hmm..Yeah, baby. Why? You don’t like it?”
“Hmm…I’ll have to think about it.” He smiles once more, kisses Massu, and snuggles closer to Massu.
“I’m sure of this, Massu.” Yuya utters, eyes now close and voice barely audible but loud enough for him to hear.
“…”
“I love you.”
Massu’s head snap back at Yuya.
“I love you, Massu…” He buries his face on Massu’s neck.
Massu smiles. It’s his first genuine smile for this day, and he can’t help but shower Yuya quick pecks on the cheeks. He closes his eyes, but didn’t go to sleep until he felt Yuya’s steady breathing. That’s when he goes to sleep, wearing that smile on his face.
Author: AokiHana8694
Pairing: Tegoshi/ Masuda
Word count: 6,101
Summary: Shige dragged Masuda to an obviously suspicious bus, and there he will experience the thing he doesn’t want to experience [I guess], SEX.
“S-stop t-that, p-please.” Masuda told him, breathing almost unstable.
Yuya looked at him. “But I told you I’m not going to stop.” And he continued to grind his ass on Masuda’s cock.
“B-But… this is n-not right. M-me and y-you.”
“Mmm…you think so…?” He reaches one of Masuda’s nipples and pinches it. Masuda gasps, and he’s cock throbbed on his pants.
“Ooh…you’re bad. You’re telling me to stop but you’re body doesn’t agree with your mouth. Does my ass really feel so good?”
“Fuck...you…”
“Eh? That won’t happen. I might be the one to fuck you.” He reaches for his own and started to rub it. He makes lewd noises, as he grinds his ass deeper on Masuda. Masuda, though he doesn’t want to, moans.
“Fuck…P-please, Yuya…Let’s stop t-this. This is r-really insane.”
“I’m not finished yet. I’ll just stop when you’d finally got what you deserve. And you might regret it, do you know that mine’s over average length? It’ll feel good, you know. It’s big and nice. Come on, don’t argue with me now. I know you want my cock inside your ass.”
Yuya grinds more, eyes shut and lips parted. He’s rubbing his painfully hard dressed cock, cupping it and squeezing it. Masuda on the other side fights back the urge to moan, but fails. He utters a mantra of ‘oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck’, but it stops when the movement above him also stopped.
“You love it.” Yuya told him between heavy pants.
“I…What?” Masuda asked, and he bit his lower lip for realizing what he’d just been saying. “Fuck.” And that’s all Yuya needs before he crushed their lips, strong and forceful. Masuda doesn’t respond at first, but there is something about Yuya’s lips that he can’t resist, so he responded eagerly. He clings onto Yuya, pulling him down to deepen the kiss, and Yuya happily complied. They swirled their tongues together, Masuda doesn’t bother on the issue of saliva sharing, and Yuya...well he’s enjoying it.
“I thought you want to stop this.” Yuya whispered on Masuda’s ear as they broke the kiss.
Masuda hold him in a semi- embrace, panting heavily as he gives Yuya’s neck a lick. Yuya moans and he quickly changes his position on top of Masuda, and started to move again, finding some friction between their cocks.
“But…” He pauses for a while, gathering all his strength to say those embarrassing words. “You’re giving me the reason to continue.” He told him shyly. And he can feel Yuya’s smile on his neck.
“Really? Am I that hot that you can’t resist me?” he asked him again, not bothering to stop the movement. He’s expecting an answer, but he got no reply from Massu. He’s supposed to speak but it all caught up in his throat as Masuda finally respond, thrusting up his hips and starts rubbing his own against Yuya.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop.” Yuya hisses and it surprises him as Masuda’s hands starts to unbuckle his belt. Masuda pulled down his jeans along with his boxers down to his ankle, and his cheeks seemed to burn as he finally caught sight of Yuya’s fully erected cock. Yuya’s hand quickly moves on his own cock, and starts stroking it, murmuring obscene things about how hard he is and how he wanted to fuck Masuda senseless. Masuda, on the other side, starts to unbuckle his own belt.
“Let me do it.” Yuya offered as he shoves Masuda’s hands away on his own belt. As a return, Masuda wrapped his hand on Yuya’s cock, stroking it experimentally. Yuya moans loudly. He loves the way Masuda’s hand is wrapped on his cock, the way Masuda applies just the right amount of pressure in gripping his cock and the way it moves up and down on it. He almost forgot what he’s doing when he heard Masuda groaned, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Lift your hips so I can remove these.” And Masuda complied. It relieves him when the constricting jeans and boxers are finally removed from the vicinity of his cock. Yuya smiles and holds Masuda’s cock.
“Wow, you’re surprisingly bigger and nicer than I thought. I bet the ones you have fuck before loved your cock inside their asses.” Yuya told him playfully, but deep inside, he feels something, like his disappointed that Masuda loses his virginity on his previous fuck buddies.
“B-but… I haven’t…Haven’t sex…with anyone in my whole life…You’ll be…the first…Oh fuck, Yuya, more.” Masuda shuts his eyes close. He loses control of his body; he’s now aching for something more than Yuya’s talented hand. To his displeasure, Yuya stops moving above him--again, and when their eyes met, he saw a different spark on Yuya’s eyes.
“What?” He asked Yuya when he keeps on staring at him like he can’t believe what he have just said.
“I’m going to make sure you’re going home wearing that smug look on your face.”
And that’s the only warning Masuda got before Yuya’s lips are wrapped on his cock. He let his head fall back on the bed, trying to form sentences but fails to do so as Yuya suck him off. He buries his fingers on Yuya’s hair, pushing his head deeper so that Yuya can fully suck his cock with his very talented mouth, and Yuya doesn’t argue. He sucks Masuda’s cock like a pro, licking the underside while playing with his balls, and it made Masuda moan loudly. It really drives him crazy, the way Yuya’s now pink and swollen lips wrapped around his cock, and the way his tongue give the slit a teasing lick is so awesome.
“You like it? Me giving your cock special attention?” Yuya asked him the same time he leaves Masuda’s cock unattended for a while, and Masuda only nodded. He’s too smug too answer Yuya’s question.
Yuya smiles. “Then how about mine? Are you going to suck me too?”
The smug look on Masuda’s face fades. He quickly sat up, pushing Yuya away from him, covering his lower body with the blanket.
“Y-Yours?” He stutters over his own words.
Yuya raises an eyebrow. “H-Hey, don’t tell me I’m gonna do all the work alone? That’s unfair.”
Masuda tries to open his mouth, give Yuya an answer to his question but no words came out, instead he lets out a nervous laugh.
“What’s with that laugh?”
“Um, Yuya, I-I think we should stop this. I don’t want my family or Shige to discover this, it’s- it’s…this is just…” embarrassing.
“Embarrassing?”
Masuda nodded nervously. “Yes. Embarrassing.”
Yuya twitches his lips. “Embarrassing…” he whispers to himself. Masuda waits, hoping Yuya will realize the fact too, that guys are not allowed to stick their penises on each other. But Yuya’s answer is what he doesn’t want to hear.
“No, I think its okay. Sucking cock is more fantastic than sucking nipples, and sticking cock on the ass is hotter than sticking it on the vagina.”
Masuda’s jaws slacked. He really can’t believe this Yuya guy. How can he say such vulgar words without thinking it over?
Masuda’s train of thoughts was cut off when he felt Yuya’s hands on his shoulder.
“Give up already.”
“W-what?”
“Don’t stop yourself. I know you want it. You want something very memorable to happen between us. I can tell, from the way you moan, the way your eyelashes flutter and the way you hold me earlier. So please,” Yuya’s face comes closer to Masuda, the tip of their noses brushing lightly. “Let me do it to you. I promise to make it feel so awesome that you will feel it for days, that you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”
After weighing all the pros and cons, Masuda finally gave in. His hand creeping on Yuya’s neck, while the other’s stroking him between his legs. Yuya gasps, makes lewd noises before Masuda crushed their lips. It feels so good, so great that Masuda doesn’t want to stop.
“Oh god, please don’t stop.” Yuya mumbles between hot kisses as Masuda strokes his cock fast. He laid Yuya onto the bed, not stopping the stroking thing. His lips slowly went down on Yuya’s throat, stopping for a while to lick the clavicles, and then reaching out for the hem of Yuya’s shirt.
“Can I?”Masuda asked him shyly, and Yuya nodded. He looks so beautiful, his face, his disheveled hair, his slightly parted lips, with slender body like the girl’s, with the delicate skin as white as snow, as soft as cotton. He’s dazzling like a diamond, and Massu can’t help but lower his head and give Yuya a kiss on the lips. It’s sweet and loving, and Massu doesn’t want to break the kiss. It’s enough for him, more than enough, just to kiss Yuya like this, kiss him endlessly even without sex. But Yuya has different plans.
He pulled Massu, almost roughly, onto the bed and sat on top of him. He reaches for Massu’s shirt, unbuttoning it and shoving it away on Massu’s body and tosses it somewhere on the floor. His eyes raked Massu’s body. The well-shaped abs, the chest, his really big biceps. He’s staring there like an idiot when he hears Massu laugh nervously. He also remembers he needs to breathe in order for him to continue living.
“Um, p-please don’t look at me like that.” Massu told him, cheeks blushing.
Yuya lets out a soft laugh. “I’m sorry. You’re…you’re in awesome shape. You’re…gorgeous. I mean… you’re damn dead gorgeous. And it’s my first time to have sex with a guy having this…great body.” Yuya stammers.
They fell silent for a moment, silent that it’s making Massu uncomfortable. Who the hell do you think can relax when a guy’s sitting above you with his cock suspended in mid-air and his ass nearly touching your cock?
“Um, w-what shall we do next?” Massu asked out of nowhere. Yuya looks at him with his big brown eyes, and it made Massu’s cheeks even brighter as he goes over with his question.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” And Yuya kisses him. Massu responded, pulling Yuya closer until their bodies makes contact with each other. It’s warm, Yuya’s body is warm, and Massu suddenly loses control of himself. He slides a tongue on Yuya’s mouth, swirling it with Yuya’s, and Yuya moans on the kiss. His hands start to explore Massu’s body, landing on his biceps and gripping it tightly.
“Massu…” Yuya mumbled between kisses.
Massu stops praising Yuya’s mouth. “What is it?”
“I want to suck your cock. “
Masuda’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded anyway.
Awkward as always.
Yuya smiled and gives his cheeks pecks. “Just trust me, okay?”
Massu nodded and he grunts when he felt Yuya’s lips travelling down his chest, pauses for a while to flick his nipple back and forth across it and continued downwards. Massu let his eyes shut close, as Yuya’s tongue licks his navel teasingly, swirling it around and sucking it before going to what he really wanted. He looks up on Massu, lips now parted and chest heaving. Yuya smiles triumphantly as he wrapped his hands on Massu’s cock and start stroking it. Massu lets out an appreciative moan as Yuya continue to give him hand job. But Yuya stops, and it made Massu a little frustrated, but before he can complain, Tegoshi’s tongue pokes out, giving his head an experimental lick. His back arches, as Yuya continued to lick the soft flesh playfully, licking the underside down to his balls, and sucking it.
“Oh fuck, Yuya, don’t stop.” Massu hisses, and Yuya happily complied. He sucks
Massu’s balls, receiving a satisfied moan from Massu.
“Oh God Yuya, D-Deep throat me.” And Yuya complied.
He wrapped his pink, soft lips on Massu’s wholeness, and it feels so good. He loves the way Massu’s cock fill his mouth, the way it throbs every time he gives the slit an experimental lick. He wants to stop now, fuck Massu hard and fast, but Massu’s strong hands are on his hair now, gripping it tight, guiding him to go deeper and without hesitation, Yuya suck Massu all the way down. Massu moans loudly, trying to form coherent sentences but fails to do so. He loves the sight of Yuya’s head bobbing up and down of his cock, sucking him off. His mouth is addicting, too addicting to the point that he doesn’t want Yuya to stop until he comes inside his mouth. He groans when Yuya left his cock, still very much wet and painfully hard, to look at Massu.
“Get down on your knees and hands now dear.” Yuya uttered, voice unstable.
“Eh?” Massu managed to say between heavy breathing.
“I want you to spread your legs for me and let me give it to you hard and fast.”
Massu gulps, droplets of sweat now travelling across his face down to his neck. He’s nervous. Yes. Very nervous. And Yuya seems to notice it, so he gives Massu’s lips a kiss before beckoning him to position. Massu complied hesitantly, revealing his firm, round ass in front of Tegoshi. He knows how exposed he is, but he doesn’t really care right now, since it’s Tegoshi. He grunts when he felt Yuya’s fingers brush lightly onto the delicate skin of his ass, and he fits into giggles.
“Don’t do that, it’s tickly, you know.”
“It’ll hurt without lube.” Yuya says, and Massu’s head snapped. He looked at Tegoshi, giving him a ‘what are you talking about? You didn’t bring any protection or something’ look..
“Huh? Eh, y-you didn’t bring any of those?”
“Those? Ah, no, I haven’t prepared for this. I really have a lot of condom and lube in my apartment, but I didn’t expect sex tonight, so I didn’t brought any.” Tegoshi casually told him.
Massu’s face distorts. “T-then, w-what shall we do now…? I…Oh my god, what shall we do now?”
Yuya’s lips curled up, and it turned into a smirk, his eyes full of lust and hunger as he puts a finger inside his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Massu asked in confusion.
Yuya removes his own finger out of his mouth. “I’m going to loosen your tight little ass.” And he quickly put his saliva-slicken finger inside of Massu without notice. Massu’s back arched, his face contorted with pain as Yuya started to change the pace. It hurts, it burns. He can feel his tight hole starting to stretched as
Yuya continue to finger him. He’s panting heavily now, though it’s only a finger. After a few more pumps, Yuya whispered onto his ear, “You want more?” and Massu only nodded. All of the words were caught up in his throat.
Yuya inserts another, and Massu moaned louder.
“Oh god, fuck, Yuya, more, more!” He hisses as Yuya experimentally curled his fingers inside Massu. Massu began to thrusts his hips, and he moans each time Yuya curled his fingers or scissor him inside.
“Put…another finger, Yuya. Put another- Oh!” Massu half whimpers half moans as three fingers easily going in and out of his obviously loosen up hole.
“Ooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, faster Yuya, faster!” And Yuya doesn’t argue. He increases the speed as he inserts another finger, making Massu grip tight on the sheets. It feels so good, the way Yuya’s finger fill his not-so-tight-ass feels good. Much to his displeasure, Yuya pulls out, leaving him very empty.
“I really want to fuck you now, Massu. I want to hear you scream not because of my finger, but because of my cock.” Yuya told him, now holding him in the hips.
Massu, though very tired of the previous action managed to say “Give it to me hard, Yuya”, and Yuya smirks.
“You don’t need to say that Massu, because I’m going to make sure that you’ll be able to feel it for days.” Yuya says as he rubs his painfully hard cock between the cheeks of Massu’s ass.
He wanted to tease Massu, tease him until Massu himself ask for what he really wanted but it seems Massu grew impatient already and he bucks his hips onto Yuya.
“You really want me to fuck you huh?” Yuya asked him, voice already shaky from the simple skin contact.
“Yes I do. Please fill up my ass with your cock, and give it to me now!” Massu pleaded, and Yuya tries to hold back a smile.
His hands went immediately to Massu’s ass, spreading it more and revealing to him
Massu’s stretched hole. He gets hold of his cock, pressed the tip of his cock as he slowly pushes inside of Massu’s ass. Massu’s face grimaced, teeth gritted as Yuya slowly sank further.
“God Massu, you’re so tight, considering of what I have done earlier!” Yuya uttered
as he slowly moves inside Massu.
“Y-Yuya, s-stop…I-It might…my ass might…oh god, yours is big enough, if-if you pushed it further I might…” Massu begged Yuya between ragged breathing, but Yuya didn’t listen. He continues to go deeper, and Massu’s ass is so stretched that he accidentally clenched it, eliciting a long, airy moan from Yuya.
“Oh god, Massu, that’s great!” Yuya moans, and he accidentally slammed inside, making Massu scream.
“Oh yesh! Yuya, that’s it! Do that again!”
Yuya licks his lips. The shy Massu he has known earlier turned into a needy slut. And he likes it---no--he loves it, he loves this Massu. He loves it when Massu wants him, needs him. He pulls out almost all the way out before thrusting back, hard and harsh. Massu screams, but Yuya didn’t stop, and keeps on fucking Massu in gradually increasing pace until Massu’s incoherent enough.
“You like it, Massu? My cock, it feels nice right? It feels good? No, not good, great.”
“So fucking great. Don’t you ever stop, Yuya!”
Yuya doesn’t plan to. The tightness of Massu’s ass is driving him crazy, and he knows that that’s enough for him to cum, but he managed to control himself.
“I love your ass, Massu. My cock is perfectly sliding in and out of it.” Yuya says, not bothering to stop the slamming thing.
“Hmm yeah…You’ll have to…let me do…it to you… sometime Yuya.” Massu uttered between pants.
“Sure, if it’s you, Massu. I’m willing to spread my legs in front of you. Oh, fuck, Massu! Do it again!”
And Massu once again clenched his ass around Yuya’s cock. Yuya groaned, loving the feeling of Massu’s clenched as on his cock.
He feels so goods right now, feels so good that he didn’t expect Yuya to pull out. Doesn’t he like the way he clench his ass around him?
“Y-Yuya why did you…?”
“Ride me Massu. I want to see the intense expression your face is having. C’mon, ride me.” He says as he let himself fall back on the bed.
Massu’s cheeks went bright red-again. He makes a sound when he tried to move. It really hurts. His ass was brutally abused by Yuya’s cock, but he loves it anyway.
He slowly guided himself on top of Yuya, his hands planted on either side of Yuya’s thighs, supporting his weight, so he can’t really sit on Yuya (he’s afraid that he might hurt Tegoshi, take note, he’s bigger in built and obviously heavier than Tegoshi)
Yuya stifles a laugh when he saw Massu’s position.
“What’s with that position Massu? How are you supposed to ride me correctly if your body’s inclined like that?”
“I…um…but I’m afraid that I might hurt you if I’m going to-”
Yuya laughs and Massu raises an eyebrow.
“Why are you laughing? I’m just concerned with you. If I’m going to sit on top of you, you-”
“It doesn’t mean that when I have a slender body, I’m not strong. For your information, Massu, I’m a soccer player. I practiced twice or thrice a week. See my thighs? I know you’re quite surprised because it’s surprising muscular.”
Massu makes an ‘oh’ sound as he straightens up, but not really sitting still on top of Tegoshi.
“Come on now, Massu. I want to feel the slick walls of your ass on my cock. Ride me now.” And Massu lifted his ass, Yuya holding him in the hips as he slowly sank himself. Massu moans, at the same time Tegoshi. Massu stops moving, panting heavily and feeling the wholeness of Tegoshi inside him again. He started to ride him, slowly, and Yuya’s eyelids flutter, lips parted as he began to thrusts his hips upward in the same pace as Massu. Massu groans, presses his lips together as he started to move his hips in a circular motion. Tegoshi purrs, murmurs sweet nonsense in the air while Massu’s rocks him in slow pace. But Yuya grew impatient and he intentionally thrusts his hips upward, harshly, receiving a half-scream half-moan reaction from Massu.
“Oh fuck, ride it more, you slut.” Yuya murmurs, and it surprises Massu a bit. He doesn’t like that word, but he’s too distracted by the friction between his too abused ass and Yuya’s oh-so-painfully-hard cock. He clenched hiss ass again, and it drives Yuya crazy to the point he grips Massu’s hips tighter enough to leave a bruise.
“Oh fuck, Yuya, I think I’m…” Massu quickly wrap himself, stroking furiously as Yuya slams his cock in and out of his ass. But Yuya shoves Massu’s hand away from his own cock, staring at him with eyes full of lust.
“You’re not going to come, my dear, unless I told you to do so.” Yuya’s voice is surprisingly low and sultry it made Massu shiver.
He immediately grabbed Massu by shoulders and pushed him on the bed without pulling out his cock. He’s now on top, and as soon as he pinned Massu’s hand above his head, he began to pound more, faster and harder and deeper, until Massu screams, stray tears starts to drift off on his now pale cheeks. Yuya kisses it away, whispering to his ear how tight his ass after all what they’ve done earlier, the way it drives him crazy to death, the way Massu’s moans sounds like melody to his ear, and Massu, though obviously smug, manages to smile at him.
“I think I like you too.” Massu says, as he tries to catch his breath.
“Y-You think so, huh?”
“Yeah…Oh fuck, Yuya, please, let me…” Massu says, voice totally hoarse and barely audible.
Massu’s face now was flushed, and his breathing is extremely heavy, eyes lidded, and he didn’t even fight Yuya’s grip on his wrists, still pinned above his head. Yuya felt a rush, a very incredible one, a power at the realization that Massu is his, that he wanted him and no one else, so he slammed his hips forward, cock sank almost completely on Massu’s milky, unblemished ass, and Massu gasps.
“Promise me, that you’ll never let anyone get inside your pants, Massu.” Yuya says as he continues to slam his cock.
“P-Promise.”
“Tell me who’s cock you only want inside you.”
“Y-Yuya…Only Yuya’s cock can fuck my…” Fuck, this is embarrassing! “My ass! Oh,
Yuya, p-please…let me cum… Please, it..it really hurts…”
Only when Yuya felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm rushing through his body did he finally let go of Massu’s wrists and tell him, “Touch yourself.”
Massu wasted no time, and wrapped himself around his cock, stroking it fast and furiously, letting his mouth open slightly in one, breathy moan.
Yuya watched with sultry, bedroom eyes as Massu jerks himself off. He really looks handsome, with his strong hand wrap around his cock, his dampened hair covering his eyes. That simple scene will make Yuya come, but he fight the urge to come first and so when Massu’s body began to tremble, he speeds up, watching Massu’s facial expression as he came violently on his chest. Massu went limp beneath him, but it didn’t stop Yuya from pounding him senseless. He’s almost there, and the way he moves changes. It became more erratic and jerky, and Massu, though very exhausted, managed to make a request to Tegoshi.
“Y-Yuya, please, fill me up with your cum.”
Yuya grins. “You don’t need to mention that.” And Yuya pounds, pounds and pounds until the bed creak underneath, and the head board makes contact with the wall.
“Oh, shit…I think I’m gonna…” He searched for Massu’s hand, and when he finds it, he quickly squeezes it, and Massu squeezes back.
“Come on, now Yuya, fill me up.”
“Oh god, Massu…I!” And he gritted his teeth as soon as the milky substance finally burst out. Massu felt it, and his back arches. He loves how Yuya’s cum fill him inside. It’s warm, and slimy. Yuya pulls out, letting himself fall onto the bed, beside Massu, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, eyes shut close, lips semi-parted. He snuggles closer to Massu and hugs him. Massu hug him back, kissing his forehead.
“That was…”
“Amazing.” Yuya supplies for him.
“Yeah, totally amazing.”
“Massu…?”
“Hm?”
Yuya presses his lips together before continuing. “Do you mean that?”
Massu tried to look at him straight directly to his eyes. “What?”
“That you like me?”
Massu choke. “Ahh…about that…um..” Massu lets out a nervous laugh. “Er…well. Yeah.
Maybe. I-I think so…”
Yuya looks at him, with raised eyebrow. “What’s with that? Why are you not sure?”
“W-Well…It’s because…w-we’ve only known each other a couple of hours…and…”
“And what?”
Massu sighs, and kisses Yuya’s lips sweetly, “Nevermind, go to sleep dear.”
Yuya pouts. “Hm…answer me.”
Massu rolls his eye. “Hmm. Nevermind that. Drift to sleep, baby.”
“Baby…”
“Hmm..Yeah, baby. Why? You don’t like it?”
“Hmm…I’ll have to think about it.” He smiles once more, kisses Massu, and snuggles closer to Massu.
“I’m sure of this, Massu.” Yuya utters, eyes now close and voice barely audible but loud enough for him to hear.
“…”
“I love you.”
Massu’s head snap back at Yuya.
“I love you, Massu…” He buries his face on Massu’s neck.
Massu smiles. It’s his first genuine smile for this day, and he can’t help but shower Yuya quick pecks on the cheeks. He closes his eyes, but didn’t go to sleep until he felt Yuya’s steady breathing. That’s when he goes to sleep, wearing that smile on his face.