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Title: The Dolphin is for Girls
Pairing: Shota/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Notes: What happens when Yasu actually tries out his gift (so this is a sequel to Slip). The vibe I think they got.
My boyfriend is almost insufferable the entire car trip home. He has taken his confession of his place in bed as an excuse to play up to the stereotypes of it. First, he insists that I drive him home because he is too tired to drive. When I counter that if he’s too tired to even drive, he must be way too tired for sex, he decides that he’s just going to take a nap to reenergise himself for the sex when we get home. Of course, he doesn’t actually close his eyes for any longer than the time it takes him to blink for the majority of the trip home. He keeps them open for the most part, making bedroom eyes at me in a constant bid for attention. When I don’t give it to him, he makes faces. And when I ignore those too, he starts whining about how I don’t love him.
We stop at the lights, and I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek in the hope it will appease him, but it only does the opposite. Now he’s had a taste of in-car affection, he’s demanding more. Finally I can do nothing but sink to his childish level, singing loudly over the top of him to drown out his persistent moaning. Osaka Rainy Blues is his favourite song of ours, so I begin to sing that in the hope that he’ll be distracted and either join in singing or simply sit quietly and listen.
He chooses the former option, and I find my own voice trailing off as I listen to him sing. He really has a lovely voice, and I love hearing it whenever it’s being used properly - to either sing or heap affection on me. Complaining can hardly be counted as a proper use. Eventually, Osaka Rainy Blues runs out of words and we’re still not home. With a giggle, he begins All of Me for You, stressing in his most lecherous tone that I will be having positively all of him for myself tonight. This prospect is certainly a pleasing one.
He just finishes his heartfelt rendition as we turn into his street. The car falls quiet as I turn the final corner and pull up in his driveway. I figure it is just his way of showing his anticipation, yet as I look across at him I discover that it is now, and only now, that he has shut his eyes. I know full well that he has not really fallen asleep. I also know that he will be impossible to wake up. I pretend to try anyway.
“Shibuyan...” I call softly, shaking his knee. “Shibuyan, wake up, we’re home.”
There is no response. He wants me to carry him.
I may be a loving boyfriend, but there is no way I am carrying him inside after all of his carrying on. I open the driver’s door and am just about to get out when his hand darts out and catches my wrist.
“Don’t leave me.” He pleads softly.
“You can walk.” I tell him firmly.
“But I’m tired Shochan...”
“Too tired for sex?”
He shakes his head slightly.
“Then why can’t you walk?”
“Sex doesn’t involve walking.”
“But Shibuyan, if I carry you, I’ll be too tired for sex.”
He whimpers like a kicked puppy, turning to face me with his deep, dark eyes as he does so. I can feel my resolve start to melt, but I refuse to give in. I snatch my hand free of his, slam the door and storm inside before I have a chance to change my mind.
~~~
My boyfriend looks so very angry as he stalks away from the car. I wonder how long he’ll stay angry this time. My guess is three minutes at the most before he comes back outside and tries to carry me in. Of course, I don’t really need to be carried, but it is nice to know that he can and will carry me if he has to.
I start to observe the second hand of my watch as it goes around. It has only just begun its third lap when my door is opened and my seatbelt unbuckled by my lover. He looks a little embarrassed. I don’t know whether it’s because he feels he gave in too soon, or not soon enough.
“I made tea.” He tells me, standing patiently beside the car as if he expects me to get out myself.
“That’s nice.” I reply, smiling back up at him.
We both stay where we are, smiling expectantly at each other. The second hand has completed another full lap before one of us finally yields.
“I can’t lift you out.” He explains with a sigh.
“Yes you can.” I enthuse. “You’ve just got to get down low and get your arms in the right place...”
“...I won’t lift you out.” He cuts me off.
I pout.
He sighs.
“Do you want a piggy back?”
He turns his away from me and squats, offering his back. I decide this will do and climb on, wrapping myself as tightly as I can around him. He jiggles me around a little to get comfortable and stands up. I can’t stop myself from giggling as he carries me to the door. He can’t contain a chuckle of his own.
“When did you turn into such a girl?” He asks as he stops at the door, waiting for me to turn the latch.
“When I got a perfect boyfriend.” I tell him, gladly opening the door.
He sets me down in the genkan, and I see him wince. I remember his back and feel like an idiot. Without giving him a chance to either assuage me or reject my offer, I scoop him up in my arms and carry him into the lounge room, dumping him as gently as I can on the lounge. It isn’t very gently, really, but he still smiles up at me.
The tea is already set out on the table, so I pass him his mug. He smiles that lovely warm smile of his as he accepts it, taking a sip and making another adorable expression when it’s just right. I pick my own mug up and nurse it. The tea is a special strawberry and vanilla blend he makes himself. It’s very delicious, but I prefer to get my taste of it a different way.
I wait until he sets his mug down on the table before I lean over and kiss him on his strawberry-flavoured lips.
~~~
I don’t know why these kisses still surprise me. He kisses me every time I make this tea. I let him lead the kiss, as always. Well, only to start off with. As his hands start to wander, I turn and push him back onto the lounge. He makes no sound nor motion of protest as I straddle him and take control back.
One of his hands infiltrates my shirt and begins to trace the line of my spine, while the other tries to fight its way down the back of my pants. However, with the way his hips are rocking against mine, my jeans are starting to get a little tight, so he’s struggling. Finally he gets the idea to undo my fly, and I hear myself whimper as my erection, now clothed only in thin boxer-short material, begins to rub against his stomach.
Both of his hands force their way down the back of my pants, kneading my buttocks roughly and causing even more friction between myself and his belly. I decide to exact some torturous pleasure of my own on him, and break the kiss so I can kiss his sensitive ears. This works so well that he forgets what he’s doing for a few seconds and simply lies still, moaning as I start to lick the sensitive skin behind them, groaning as I tug lightly on the lobes with my teeth. And when I start tracing the inside of his ear with my tongue, he almost screams, rocking almost violently against me, babbling desperate nonsense.
His hands, still down my pants, squeeze so hard that it almost hurts. But I am a little M, so it only serves to turn me on more. I bring my hands up under his shirt and rub his nipples with the heels of my thumbs. He throws his head back and begins kicking his legs in a way that either means he’s close to his peak, angry, or both.
I sit up and look at him questioningly.
“Clothes!” He whines, trying to undo his fly, but failing because his hands are shaking too much. I attempt to help him, but he pushes me off. “You’re wearing clothes too!”
I quickly rid myself of all my clothes, throwing them as neatly as I can over a chair as each piece comes off. I manage to finish considerably faster than my lover, who has only just got his fly undone by the time I’m completely naked.
“You want some help?” I offer, taking a step closer.
“No.” He angrily jerks his pants down off his hips and throws them away. “Go get your present. I’m going to teach you how to use it.”
~~~
I take a few breaths to steady myself as I watch Shota pad obediently away to the bedroom to get the vibrator. I feel suddenly nervous. I’ve never actually used one of them before, and I don’t know what it’s going to be like. I don’t think it should be that different to a finger, or Shota’s cock, but still, it is different. It’s a bit bigger, made of cold plastic, and it makes that funny buzzing sound. Will I do something embarrassing? Will Yasu be worried that it’s better than him? Will it actually be better?
These questions distract me so much that I don’t notice my boyfriend returning until he’s standing right over me. The sparkly blue toy is sitting benignly in his hand. His other hand is held out to me.
“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He asks softly.
He’s still naked, and I suddenly find myself giggling at the way his erection is still poking out between his legs, with his balls swinging freely behind. I lean down a little and lick along the length of his shaft, and he shivers.
“Shibuyan...” He pleads, forcing his hand out further towards me.
This time I take his hand, pulling it closer to me so that my lover loses his balance for an instant and stumbles forward a step. While he’s still crooked, I lick another wet stripe up the length of his arm, finishing at his sensitive jaw line, which I nip for good measure. In retaliation, he jerks me roughly by the hand, leading me towards the bedroom.
I refuse to let go of his hand when we reach the bed, pulling him down on top of me and making him yelp in surprise. He quickly regains his posture, sitting up and inspecting the vibe. While he reacquaints himself with the controls, I reach over to the bedside cabinet and get out the lube, passing it to him with a smile.
He smiles in thanks as he takes it off me, then sets it to the side so he can arrange me properly. I can feel my breath shortening in nervous anticipation as he lays me on my back, crooking my legs up and apart, leaving my hole open and vulnerable.
~~~
It’s rare to see Subaru looking so defenceless. His eyes are dark and he’s nibbling on his bottom lip, but he’s still incredibly turned on. I squeeze a puddle of lubricant into my hand and slather the toy in it. It’s so smooth, and I’m almost curious to know what it would feel like inside me. I can always ask Subaru how it feels afterwards. He may be quite vocal during sex, but not much of what he says makes any sense. The closest he usually gets to a coherent sentence is ‘Shota...fuck...good!’
There’s still a bit of lube left in my hand, so I rub that over his hole. The gel’s still a bit cool, so he shivers, but it quickly warms up from the friction of my hand. I decide to tease his entrance a little to get him to relax, poking just the tips of my fingers in briefly. He purrs happily and slumps a little, pushing against my hand.
“Now, you said to start off slow, didn’t you?” I ask him, switching the vibrator on to the lowest speed.
He nods.
I bring the toy up between his legs and tease him a little more, just running it over his perineum for a minute.
“Is that good?” I ask.
He nods again.
“I need you to answer me.” I taunt him, flicking the speed up higher momentarily.
“Yes, good.” He breathes.
“What next?”
This is fun.
“In.”
“What was that?” I flick it higher again, angling it down so the tip is pressed to his opening. The dolphin is buzzing merrily away against his balls. His legs have started to twitch, as though unsure if they want to escape from the stimulation or get more of it.
“Fuck!” He swears, flailing his arms in a failed attempt to grab me. “IN! Inside me. Now!.”
I acquiesce to his request faster than he expects.
His eyes roll back and he groans loudly as six inches of smooth rubber slide easily into him. His legs slide flat on the bed, pushing the toy out. I have to drape one of them over my shoulder to keep his hole exposed.
~~~
I...it...this thing inside me...
When did my lover learn to be such a tease?
Just as I think I have got used to one rhythm, he changes it and my whole body spasms out of control.
It is so intense, the feeling, so good.
Out of instinct I reach down to touch myself, heighten the pleasure, and make this torturous ecstasy end faster. Pain blossoms in my hand, real pain. My lover’s lips are moving and he is making sound.
“Girls don’t have penises to touch.”
~~~
Subaru looks startled as I swat his hand away. I know that, while girls don’t have penises, they have an equivalent clitoris, but I don’t think Subaru does. Or, if he does, he’s far too out of it right now to argue.
His head is lolling from side to side on the pillow, and he’s groaning as loudly as he can. And with his lungs, it’s really quite loud, completely drowning out the buzz of the vibrator. I switch the toy to the second highest speed and alternatively plunge it shallowly - straight into his prostate - and deeply - as far as it will fit inside him. A spasm passes along his body live a wave and he screams as it hits his head and throws it backwards.
“HARD!” He demands, reaching out with his right hand and latching onto my wrist, digging his nails in tightly. I obey him, finally switching it to its highest speed. His grip slackens instantly and I raise his hand to kiss his tattoo before gently placing it off to the side.
Then I just thrust the toy in and out of him as hard and fast as I can.
~~~
Everything is so intense. I can hear every breath that leaves my lover’s body. I can see every hair on his head move. Everywhere I am touching him feels so hot it almost burns. And yet, my own screams are dim in the background, and when my hand passes in front of my face, it is nothing but a blur of colour.
My blood is coursing through my body, laced with adrenaline and making me giddy. And all of it, it builds between my legs creating a pressure I think will force the toy out, but my lover keeps forcing it back in and I can’t cope with all the sensations any more and...
I think come harder than I ever have before.
It is like with that one small release, all the pressure in my body has gone and I melt into the bed.
My lover is talking to me now. I remember earlier I was teasing him. Surely he - he hasn’t gotten his release yet? My mind is hazy, but my mouth is still able to find his need, still hanging thickly between his legs.
~~~
I am asking Subaru how he is? - How it was? - But he is not answering me. Instead he has rolled over and taken my cock in his mouth, sucking it with a zeal I don’t ever recall being there before. He has always been skilled like this, but his tongue is too wicked (in more than one sense) for him to ever keep it still for long. But now...god, this feels good...now is just pure lust and...oh god, he is amazing.
His hands have wrapped themselves around my hips now, fingers digging into my flesh, and now I am the one that lacks the strength to get him to let go. It feels good though - a little pain always has.
He suddenly pulls back, panting. He gives me a wicked smile before he launches another assault on my loins, seeming less concerned with how much he can fit in his mouth this time, instead with how quickly he can lick over the entire surface. His tongue flicks roughly over my vein with every movement, and I know I will not last long. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, but one of his hands roughly captures my jaw and jerks my face back down in the direction of his.
~~~
It is better when he looks into my eyes. He always seems to come more quickly when he looks at me. My mind has cleared a little now, allowing me to remember every little kink that gets him off.
I pull back a little and blow cool air up and down his length. He shivers and tries to tilt his head back, but I am still holding it firmly in place. He whimpers quietly.
Next I place light kisses all over and around his cock. His whimper rises in volume, and he tries to buck towards my mouth, but my other hand is still holding his hips.
Lastly I wrap my lips around just the tip, sucking as hard as I can while teasing the frenulum with the tip of my tongue.
~~~
Why is my lover a tease? I didn’t tease him before; I just gave him exactly what he asked for.
He is smiling at me, and his dark eyes - his beautiful dark eyes - are glinting naughtily.
Even as my peak hits, he won’t let me look away, his gaze boring into me, soaking up every nuance of emotion that runs over my face before spilling into his mouth.
Then he lets me go. I manage to keep my balance right up until he talks to me, grinning, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Want to go to sleep now?” He asks, laughing as I topple over, before dragging me next to him so he can curl up in the crook of my neck.
“No cigarette?” I ask. It has been weeks now, but I still like to check.
“No.” He laughs, kissing me lightly on the lips, traces of the bitter taste of my seed still lingering on him.
“Good.” I am so happy for this. Every day he goes without smoking, I am happy. Everyday I am with him, I am happy. And when these coincide, I am doubly happy.
He kicks the now-forgotten toy off the bed and drags the quilts up before snuggling closer to me again.
“Sleepy?”
“Mmm...” I did mean to say yes, but this is all the sound I can seem to produce.
“I love you.”
“Mmm…”
He chuckles warmly, the last thing I hear before sleep carries me off.
MK~
Pairing: Shota/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Notes: What happens when Yasu actually tries out his gift (so this is a sequel to Slip). The vibe I think they got.
My boyfriend is almost insufferable the entire car trip home. He has taken his confession of his place in bed as an excuse to play up to the stereotypes of it. First, he insists that I drive him home because he is too tired to drive. When I counter that if he’s too tired to even drive, he must be way too tired for sex, he decides that he’s just going to take a nap to reenergise himself for the sex when we get home. Of course, he doesn’t actually close his eyes for any longer than the time it takes him to blink for the majority of the trip home. He keeps them open for the most part, making bedroom eyes at me in a constant bid for attention. When I don’t give it to him, he makes faces. And when I ignore those too, he starts whining about how I don’t love him.
We stop at the lights, and I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek in the hope it will appease him, but it only does the opposite. Now he’s had a taste of in-car affection, he’s demanding more. Finally I can do nothing but sink to his childish level, singing loudly over the top of him to drown out his persistent moaning. Osaka Rainy Blues is his favourite song of ours, so I begin to sing that in the hope that he’ll be distracted and either join in singing or simply sit quietly and listen.
He chooses the former option, and I find my own voice trailing off as I listen to him sing. He really has a lovely voice, and I love hearing it whenever it’s being used properly - to either sing or heap affection on me. Complaining can hardly be counted as a proper use. Eventually, Osaka Rainy Blues runs out of words and we’re still not home. With a giggle, he begins All of Me for You, stressing in his most lecherous tone that I will be having positively all of him for myself tonight. This prospect is certainly a pleasing one.
He just finishes his heartfelt rendition as we turn into his street. The car falls quiet as I turn the final corner and pull up in his driveway. I figure it is just his way of showing his anticipation, yet as I look across at him I discover that it is now, and only now, that he has shut his eyes. I know full well that he has not really fallen asleep. I also know that he will be impossible to wake up. I pretend to try anyway.
“Shibuyan...” I call softly, shaking his knee. “Shibuyan, wake up, we’re home.”
There is no response. He wants me to carry him.
I may be a loving boyfriend, but there is no way I am carrying him inside after all of his carrying on. I open the driver’s door and am just about to get out when his hand darts out and catches my wrist.
“Don’t leave me.” He pleads softly.
“You can walk.” I tell him firmly.
“But I’m tired Shochan...”
“Too tired for sex?”
He shakes his head slightly.
“Then why can’t you walk?”
“Sex doesn’t involve walking.”
“But Shibuyan, if I carry you, I’ll be too tired for sex.”
He whimpers like a kicked puppy, turning to face me with his deep, dark eyes as he does so. I can feel my resolve start to melt, but I refuse to give in. I snatch my hand free of his, slam the door and storm inside before I have a chance to change my mind.
~~~
My boyfriend looks so very angry as he stalks away from the car. I wonder how long he’ll stay angry this time. My guess is three minutes at the most before he comes back outside and tries to carry me in. Of course, I don’t really need to be carried, but it is nice to know that he can and will carry me if he has to.
I start to observe the second hand of my watch as it goes around. It has only just begun its third lap when my door is opened and my seatbelt unbuckled by my lover. He looks a little embarrassed. I don’t know whether it’s because he feels he gave in too soon, or not soon enough.
“I made tea.” He tells me, standing patiently beside the car as if he expects me to get out myself.
“That’s nice.” I reply, smiling back up at him.
We both stay where we are, smiling expectantly at each other. The second hand has completed another full lap before one of us finally yields.
“I can’t lift you out.” He explains with a sigh.
“Yes you can.” I enthuse. “You’ve just got to get down low and get your arms in the right place...”
“...I won’t lift you out.” He cuts me off.
I pout.
He sighs.
“Do you want a piggy back?”
He turns his away from me and squats, offering his back. I decide this will do and climb on, wrapping myself as tightly as I can around him. He jiggles me around a little to get comfortable and stands up. I can’t stop myself from giggling as he carries me to the door. He can’t contain a chuckle of his own.
“When did you turn into such a girl?” He asks as he stops at the door, waiting for me to turn the latch.
“When I got a perfect boyfriend.” I tell him, gladly opening the door.
He sets me down in the genkan, and I see him wince. I remember his back and feel like an idiot. Without giving him a chance to either assuage me or reject my offer, I scoop him up in my arms and carry him into the lounge room, dumping him as gently as I can on the lounge. It isn’t very gently, really, but he still smiles up at me.
The tea is already set out on the table, so I pass him his mug. He smiles that lovely warm smile of his as he accepts it, taking a sip and making another adorable expression when it’s just right. I pick my own mug up and nurse it. The tea is a special strawberry and vanilla blend he makes himself. It’s very delicious, but I prefer to get my taste of it a different way.
I wait until he sets his mug down on the table before I lean over and kiss him on his strawberry-flavoured lips.
~~~
I don’t know why these kisses still surprise me. He kisses me every time I make this tea. I let him lead the kiss, as always. Well, only to start off with. As his hands start to wander, I turn and push him back onto the lounge. He makes no sound nor motion of protest as I straddle him and take control back.
One of his hands infiltrates my shirt and begins to trace the line of my spine, while the other tries to fight its way down the back of my pants. However, with the way his hips are rocking against mine, my jeans are starting to get a little tight, so he’s struggling. Finally he gets the idea to undo my fly, and I hear myself whimper as my erection, now clothed only in thin boxer-short material, begins to rub against his stomach.
Both of his hands force their way down the back of my pants, kneading my buttocks roughly and causing even more friction between myself and his belly. I decide to exact some torturous pleasure of my own on him, and break the kiss so I can kiss his sensitive ears. This works so well that he forgets what he’s doing for a few seconds and simply lies still, moaning as I start to lick the sensitive skin behind them, groaning as I tug lightly on the lobes with my teeth. And when I start tracing the inside of his ear with my tongue, he almost screams, rocking almost violently against me, babbling desperate nonsense.
His hands, still down my pants, squeeze so hard that it almost hurts. But I am a little M, so it only serves to turn me on more. I bring my hands up under his shirt and rub his nipples with the heels of my thumbs. He throws his head back and begins kicking his legs in a way that either means he’s close to his peak, angry, or both.
I sit up and look at him questioningly.
“Clothes!” He whines, trying to undo his fly, but failing because his hands are shaking too much. I attempt to help him, but he pushes me off. “You’re wearing clothes too!”
I quickly rid myself of all my clothes, throwing them as neatly as I can over a chair as each piece comes off. I manage to finish considerably faster than my lover, who has only just got his fly undone by the time I’m completely naked.
“You want some help?” I offer, taking a step closer.
“No.” He angrily jerks his pants down off his hips and throws them away. “Go get your present. I’m going to teach you how to use it.”
~~~
I take a few breaths to steady myself as I watch Shota pad obediently away to the bedroom to get the vibrator. I feel suddenly nervous. I’ve never actually used one of them before, and I don’t know what it’s going to be like. I don’t think it should be that different to a finger, or Shota’s cock, but still, it is different. It’s a bit bigger, made of cold plastic, and it makes that funny buzzing sound. Will I do something embarrassing? Will Yasu be worried that it’s better than him? Will it actually be better?
These questions distract me so much that I don’t notice my boyfriend returning until he’s standing right over me. The sparkly blue toy is sitting benignly in his hand. His other hand is held out to me.
“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He asks softly.
He’s still naked, and I suddenly find myself giggling at the way his erection is still poking out between his legs, with his balls swinging freely behind. I lean down a little and lick along the length of his shaft, and he shivers.
“Shibuyan...” He pleads, forcing his hand out further towards me.
This time I take his hand, pulling it closer to me so that my lover loses his balance for an instant and stumbles forward a step. While he’s still crooked, I lick another wet stripe up the length of his arm, finishing at his sensitive jaw line, which I nip for good measure. In retaliation, he jerks me roughly by the hand, leading me towards the bedroom.
I refuse to let go of his hand when we reach the bed, pulling him down on top of me and making him yelp in surprise. He quickly regains his posture, sitting up and inspecting the vibe. While he reacquaints himself with the controls, I reach over to the bedside cabinet and get out the lube, passing it to him with a smile.
He smiles in thanks as he takes it off me, then sets it to the side so he can arrange me properly. I can feel my breath shortening in nervous anticipation as he lays me on my back, crooking my legs up and apart, leaving my hole open and vulnerable.
~~~
It’s rare to see Subaru looking so defenceless. His eyes are dark and he’s nibbling on his bottom lip, but he’s still incredibly turned on. I squeeze a puddle of lubricant into my hand and slather the toy in it. It’s so smooth, and I’m almost curious to know what it would feel like inside me. I can always ask Subaru how it feels afterwards. He may be quite vocal during sex, but not much of what he says makes any sense. The closest he usually gets to a coherent sentence is ‘Shota...fuck...good!’
There’s still a bit of lube left in my hand, so I rub that over his hole. The gel’s still a bit cool, so he shivers, but it quickly warms up from the friction of my hand. I decide to tease his entrance a little to get him to relax, poking just the tips of my fingers in briefly. He purrs happily and slumps a little, pushing against my hand.
“Now, you said to start off slow, didn’t you?” I ask him, switching the vibrator on to the lowest speed.
He nods.
I bring the toy up between his legs and tease him a little more, just running it over his perineum for a minute.
“Is that good?” I ask.
He nods again.
“I need you to answer me.” I taunt him, flicking the speed up higher momentarily.
“Yes, good.” He breathes.
“What next?”
This is fun.
“In.”
“What was that?” I flick it higher again, angling it down so the tip is pressed to his opening. The dolphin is buzzing merrily away against his balls. His legs have started to twitch, as though unsure if they want to escape from the stimulation or get more of it.
“Fuck!” He swears, flailing his arms in a failed attempt to grab me. “IN! Inside me. Now!.”
I acquiesce to his request faster than he expects.
His eyes roll back and he groans loudly as six inches of smooth rubber slide easily into him. His legs slide flat on the bed, pushing the toy out. I have to drape one of them over my shoulder to keep his hole exposed.
~~~
I...it...this thing inside me...
When did my lover learn to be such a tease?
Just as I think I have got used to one rhythm, he changes it and my whole body spasms out of control.
It is so intense, the feeling, so good.
Out of instinct I reach down to touch myself, heighten the pleasure, and make this torturous ecstasy end faster. Pain blossoms in my hand, real pain. My lover’s lips are moving and he is making sound.
“Girls don’t have penises to touch.”
~~~
Subaru looks startled as I swat his hand away. I know that, while girls don’t have penises, they have an equivalent clitoris, but I don’t think Subaru does. Or, if he does, he’s far too out of it right now to argue.
His head is lolling from side to side on the pillow, and he’s groaning as loudly as he can. And with his lungs, it’s really quite loud, completely drowning out the buzz of the vibrator. I switch the toy to the second highest speed and alternatively plunge it shallowly - straight into his prostate - and deeply - as far as it will fit inside him. A spasm passes along his body live a wave and he screams as it hits his head and throws it backwards.
“HARD!” He demands, reaching out with his right hand and latching onto my wrist, digging his nails in tightly. I obey him, finally switching it to its highest speed. His grip slackens instantly and I raise his hand to kiss his tattoo before gently placing it off to the side.
Then I just thrust the toy in and out of him as hard and fast as I can.
~~~
Everything is so intense. I can hear every breath that leaves my lover’s body. I can see every hair on his head move. Everywhere I am touching him feels so hot it almost burns. And yet, my own screams are dim in the background, and when my hand passes in front of my face, it is nothing but a blur of colour.
My blood is coursing through my body, laced with adrenaline and making me giddy. And all of it, it builds between my legs creating a pressure I think will force the toy out, but my lover keeps forcing it back in and I can’t cope with all the sensations any more and...
I think come harder than I ever have before.
It is like with that one small release, all the pressure in my body has gone and I melt into the bed.
My lover is talking to me now. I remember earlier I was teasing him. Surely he - he hasn’t gotten his release yet? My mind is hazy, but my mouth is still able to find his need, still hanging thickly between his legs.
~~~
I am asking Subaru how he is? - How it was? - But he is not answering me. Instead he has rolled over and taken my cock in his mouth, sucking it with a zeal I don’t ever recall being there before. He has always been skilled like this, but his tongue is too wicked (in more than one sense) for him to ever keep it still for long. But now...god, this feels good...now is just pure lust and...oh god, he is amazing.
His hands have wrapped themselves around my hips now, fingers digging into my flesh, and now I am the one that lacks the strength to get him to let go. It feels good though - a little pain always has.
He suddenly pulls back, panting. He gives me a wicked smile before he launches another assault on my loins, seeming less concerned with how much he can fit in his mouth this time, instead with how quickly he can lick over the entire surface. His tongue flicks roughly over my vein with every movement, and I know I will not last long. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, but one of his hands roughly captures my jaw and jerks my face back down in the direction of his.
~~~
It is better when he looks into my eyes. He always seems to come more quickly when he looks at me. My mind has cleared a little now, allowing me to remember every little kink that gets him off.
I pull back a little and blow cool air up and down his length. He shivers and tries to tilt his head back, but I am still holding it firmly in place. He whimpers quietly.
Next I place light kisses all over and around his cock. His whimper rises in volume, and he tries to buck towards my mouth, but my other hand is still holding his hips.
Lastly I wrap my lips around just the tip, sucking as hard as I can while teasing the frenulum with the tip of my tongue.
~~~
Why is my lover a tease? I didn’t tease him before; I just gave him exactly what he asked for.
He is smiling at me, and his dark eyes - his beautiful dark eyes - are glinting naughtily.
Even as my peak hits, he won’t let me look away, his gaze boring into me, soaking up every nuance of emotion that runs over my face before spilling into his mouth.
Then he lets me go. I manage to keep my balance right up until he talks to me, grinning, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Want to go to sleep now?” He asks, laughing as I topple over, before dragging me next to him so he can curl up in the crook of my neck.
“No cigarette?” I ask. It has been weeks now, but I still like to check.
“No.” He laughs, kissing me lightly on the lips, traces of the bitter taste of my seed still lingering on him.
“Good.” I am so happy for this. Every day he goes without smoking, I am happy. Everyday I am with him, I am happy. And when these coincide, I am doubly happy.
He kicks the now-forgotten toy off the bed and drags the quilts up before snuggling closer to me again.
“Sleepy?”
“Mmm...” I did mean to say yes, but this is all the sound I can seem to produce.
“I love you.”
“Mmm…”
He chuckles warmly, the last thing I hear before sleep carries me off.
MK~