slow burn
slow burn
shishido/hiyoshi
NC-17
The hand on Hiyoshi's wrist is warm, too warm and he's burning up.
"Stop, Wakashi. This is fucking lame. Just-- please."
The grip tightens, and Hiyoshi tries in vain to pull away. Maybe he's done it this time-- pushed Shishido too far. Maybe he should have simply said no when his friend asked him to come over. It was too soon. He can't help it-- he just wants, so much and he can't have it and it tears him up inside. He can feel his heart bleeding, torn and shattered and he looks up, eyes fierce even though he is crying inside.
"Ryou. I love you. I fucking love you. but I can't. I--I'm sorry about Chou--" A strangled sob escapes as Shishido's hands shove, shove and he's falling against the wall, hands on his chest sliding to his throat.
"Ryou--"
"Don't say his name. You don't get to say it, Wakashi. I don't-- I can't--" Shishido bites his lip, and Hiyoshi watches, entranced as shiny, clear tears slip down his senpai's cheeks. "--I miss him, Wakashi. I fucking miss him so much," he chokes out and Hiyoshi's heart breaks again as Shishido seems to collapse within himself and his grip weakens.
Hiyoshi reaches, emboldened, and pulls Shishido to him and is surprised when the boy goes willingly. He clutches and is clutched at in return, and he can't help the sob that escapes him as Choutarou's face swims before his eyes and guilt and sadness wash over him in waves. Things like that weren't supposed to happen to teenagers-- Choutarou wasn't supposed to die after being mugged and shot on the way home from practice. He wasn't supposed to be buried in the ground, cold and unfeeling and unbreathing and unsmiling.
"Ryou. RyouRyouRyou," Hiyoshi can't think of anything else to say so he simply repeats Shishido's name over and over, a litany of comfort or something. He isn't sure what, exactly.
Hot breath ghosts across the tear-soaked skin on his neck and throat and he shivers as goosebumps pop up all over his flesh. "Wakashi. You said you'd never kiss me. And I said I'd never kiss back if you did," Shishido's voice is low, hoarse and raw with emotion and Hiyoshi nods because he can't say anything without his eyes and throat burning. Shishido straightens slightly, so that they are eyelevel like always and his eyes are red and puffy and Hiyoshi wants to kiss them better, but he can’t-- he just can’t even though it’s killing him. “I lied. I fucking lied. Kiss me, Wakashi. I’m asking you to kiss me and...I won’t punch you. I just-- I want to feel again.”
Hiyoshi shakes his head. “I-- I love you, but I won’t kiss you. I can’t. You don’t...You want Choutarou back and I’m not him, Ryou.” Hiyoshi chokes back a strangled cry, maybe a wail, he’s not sure. “I’m not Choutarou.” The last part comes out a cracked whisper and Hiyoshi feels so very vulnerable and he can’t take it-- he’s always wanted Shishido but not like this-- never like this.
Shishido snarls and lunges forward, connecting their lips forcefully, teeth clacking and as soon as those lips touch his Hiyoshi feels his resistance slipping away, like so much water through the cracks of his hands and he lets Shishido plunder his mouth, whimpering softly. Shishido tastes so very different than what Hiyoshi had always imagined he would taste-- salty and bitter with guilt and sorrow and anger. A rough, tennis-calloused hand forcefully shoves itself down Hiyoshi's pants and strokes and he wails softly into the kiss as he arches upwards helplessly. Tears run down his cheeks and he gasps, undulating under Shishido's ministrations as sparks of pleasure run through every nerve ending in his body, setting him on fire. "R--Ryou," he chokes out against Shishido's lips, his hands clutching his friend's face as if he were everything in the world. 'Ryou, I'm here for you. Always. I'll do this for you." His whisper is husky with arousal and overwhelming emotion and he wants to collapse in sorrow as Shishido looks at him, his eyes sad and fierce all at once and Hiyoshi can't stand it, seeing his senpai like this. He brushes his lips against Shishido's cheeks, kissing away every salty tear. Shishido's hand slowly stills, and Hiyoshi shudders as it leaves his pants completely and comes up to tangle in his hair. Shishido's other hand clenches his hip and uses it to grind their bodies together and he gasps, sending Hiyoshi's heart to fluttering with the sound.
"Wakashi...I want this but-- I don't-- I'm sorr--"
"I know. Don't say it, please. I just--" Hiyoshi sighs and it hitches slightly as he fights the sob that threatens to escape. He's always known. Shishido never loved him and even with Choutarou gone he still won't...but, Hiyoshi swears to himself he'll be there. Through anything. Shishido shakes against him and Hiyoshi's arms wind around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and cradling his head into his neck. "I want to be here for you is all," he finishes softly, blinking rapidly as fresh tears well up, blurring his vision.
They stay like that for a few moments, simply embracing and breathing-- crying, remembering-- until, hesitantly, Hiyoshi raises Shishido's head and kisses him, softly, comforting. His mouth tingles and his head swims as Shishido kisses him back just as gently, all of their previous violence gone.
As Shishido's lips move against his, so tender it almost hurts, Hiyoshi forgets he isn't loved in return. He forgets that this is solely for comfort purposes and pretends Shishido is his, all his and no one else's.
And maybe, just for this once, he is.
Hiyoshi breaks the kiss reluctantly and watches intently as Shishido frowns at him quizzically. "Ryou, I want you to.." He trails off, biting his lip unsurely. He doesn't know how to say this, or if he even should. He doesn't know what it is exactly that Shishido wants and it could very well differ greatly from what he himself wants. Gathering up his courage, he finishes his sentence softly. "..Fuck me."
Shishido's eyes widen and he looks away. Hiyoshi panics, because his fears were confirmed and maybe Shishido really isn't ready for this at all and he just messed everything up and-- "No, I want you to fuck me, Wakashi. I-- I've never fucked anyone before and...I only ever wanted to try that with Choutarou." The admission is soft and sad and it tears Hiyoshi apart.
Hiyoshi lets the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding out slowly, the apprehension of what Shishido is asking him to do sinking in. "Ryou..." he whispers, resuming the kiss with fervor. He feels Shishido's soft whimper vibrate against his mouth, feels with every fiber of his being, and swallows it with his lips and tongue, wishing he could just kiss away all of Shishido's misery and hurt.
Without severing the kiss, Hiyoshi switches their positions and slowly backs Shishido up against the wall. Shakily, his hands slide down his senpai's chest and lift up the bottom of his tee, and he finally breaks the kiss to eye him hesitantly. Shishido smiles faintly and nods, and Hiyoshi feels his heart skip a few beats as he lifts it up over Shishido's head and tosses it aside. He runs his hands up Shishido's toned stomach and chest almost reverently, feeling silky soft, yet hard, skin contract beneath his fingertips.
Hiyoshi leans in and lightly brushes his lips against Shishido's before kissing a trail down his jaw to his throat, all the while fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. Finally, he manages to get them undone and slips them, and the boxers below, off Shishido's hips with fingers trailing down burning, soft skin, where they continue their downward descent to puddle around the older boy's ankles.
Kneeling down before Shishido like a faithful worshipper paying homage, Hiyoshi lets his fingers slide across the sharp edges of his pelvic bone, the skin beneath the tips silky smooth and beautiful like some perfect sculpture created by God. He leans forward, his eyes flicking upwards for a brief moment to catch Shishido's heavy gaze, eyes slightly widened in anticipation. Hiyoshi smiles a small smile and brushes his lips across the head of the erection standing tall and proud before him, licking the pre-cum from them.
Slowly, he lowers his mouth over the tip, using his tongue to nudge the slit then slide around in a circle. Above him, Shishido moans and as Hiyoshi's hands trail down his legs, he can feel the tremors that speak of failing strength. A hand tangles itself furiously in his hair and tugs, and Hiyoshi grimaces slightly. He slides his mouth further downwards, adding a single light scraping of teeth and feels his cock twitch from the resulting hiss the move created. Applying light suction, he relaxes his throat and takes Shishido's cock in deeper, forcing his gag reflex down momentarily so he can give his senpai this distraction, this freedom if only for a small while. The gasping and ragged groan above him spurs him on and he sucks harder, bobbing his head slightly, cheeks hollowed. He closes his eyes, every whimper and moan wrung from Shishido's lips music to his ears.
Hiyoshi feels Shishido shiver and clutch his back, hissing. "Wakashi," he says, haltingly, "I want it now." The words go straight to Hiyoshi's cock, and he reluctantly eases the erection from his mouth, licking his lips. He steps back and undresses, aware that Shishido is watching his every move, and that only turns him on so much more. He can only stare as Shishido kicks away his jeans and boxers. Hiyoshi trembles as he gazes at that beautiful, golden body and wonders if maybe this is all a horrible dream, something his subconscious thought up to torture him, but then Shishido is pulling him, and he falls, willingly, into his embrace. If this is a dream, he will make the best of it, and he captures his senpai's lips again as their hot, hypersensitive bodies mesh and skin meets skin and oh-- it's wonderful, beautiful and Hiyoshi never wants it to end.
Shishido moans softly against Hiyoshi's lips and tongue and it's all he can do to hold back, because he doesn't want this to hurt for either one of them and for him, at least, this is special. Hiyoshi pulls away, wetting two of his fingers thoroughly as he catches Shishido's eyes in a fierce gaze, and he feels as if every emotion he has is being put on display, shining like beacon in his own eyes. Trembling with sudden emotion, he uses the other of his hands to lift Shishido's leg and hook it around his hip, sucking a breath in sharply as he stores the sight before him to memory-- Shishido's heavy-lidded, lustful gaze, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, which is still red and plump from their kisses, the quaking of his body, the heavy feeling of his leg as it willingly wrapped around him. He relishes it, tucks it away in the back of his mind so that one day, he can look back on it and simply remember. Hesitantly, Hiyoshi slides a wet finger inside of Shishido, choking back a moan at how tight and hot the muscles contracting around it are and how they'll feel even better around his cock. "Ryou," he whispers to him as he arches slightly, features twisting in a slight grimace, "If I hurt you, tell me."
Shishido pants, nodding furiously. "Wakashi, curl it-- curl it, dammit," he mutters between gasps for breath.
Hiyoshi does so, finding the tiny bundle of nerves and stroking it fervently, nearly going insane with need as Shishido bucks upwards frantically, mewling with undiluted pleasure. Hiyoshi repeats the action, over and over until the other boy barely registers another finger slipping inside and scissoring, so driven with lust is he. By the time he has three fingers inside, Shishido is sweating profusely, his face slack and his mouth open as he gulps for air. Hiyoshi moans softly and pulls his fingers away, lifting Shishido's other leg and fitting himself against his senpai's body. He's barely sane now, lust and want and need clouding his brain and he wants to simply bury himself to the hilt inside of the body in front of him but instead he simply guides the tip of his aching cock inside, gasping raggedly at the tremors of pleasure that snake up his spine. "Ryou," he murmurs, one palm laying flat against the wall to the side of Shishido's head as he tries to remain upright. A hand is tugging his hair while the other is clutching his back, nails digging in painfully.
Shishido arches, whining softly as the movement causes Hiyoshi's cock to drive deeper inside. Hiyoshi moans loudly, his head lolling forward to rest against Shishido's, mingling their panting breaths together. He pushes all the way in and stills, adjusting to the overwhelming sensations and emotions and thoughts running through him as well as letting his lover adjust. The muscles around his cock are contracting and loosening, drawing moans and gasps from his lips continuously and finally Shishido kisses him desperately and quickly. "Wakashi, fuck me already," he snarls, bucking upwards to emphasize his point.
Hiyoshi thinks he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to and slowly withdraws and thrusts back in, creating a slow, steady rhythm at first. Shishido writhes and meets every thrust eagerly, impatiently, and Hiyoshi gasps, speeding up as heat pools in his belly and he begins to tense, sensing his upcoming orgasm. As he slams into the willing body over and over, he grasps Shishido's cock in a hand and strokes in time with his thrusts and swallows the moans with a passionate kiss, sucking his lover's tongue into his mouth and massaging it with his own. The kiss becomes almost desperate as they both start losing control-- sweaty bodies slide slick and wet against each other and the sounds of their flesh meeting echo in the room.
Shishido bucks upwards sharply and cries out as he stiffens, coming wet and hot all over Hiyoshi's hand and contracting all around him. Nearly sobbing , Hiyoshi follows, almost collapsing as his release overtakes him with intense pleasure overloading his nerve endings and white lights dancing behind his eyelids. He falls against Shishido, whose gasps for breath mingle with his own as they both stand there, shakily.
After a few moments, Hiyoshi brushes his lips against Shishido's sweat-drenched forehead and steps back, gazing at him sadly. He wants to say something but he's at a loss for words. What does one say to their best friend after they've just had sex? Sighing, he turned to gather up his clothes and re-dress, because the sadness and pity in Shishido's stare is overwhelming and he can't stand it. However, two arms encircle his waist and a chin rests on his shoulder, hot breath puffing against his skin, and he shivers. "Ryou..."
"Don't," Shishido murmurs, "Just...I asked you over. So, stay over."
Hiyoshi feels his eyes moisten and he turns, cupping Shishido's face and kissing him softly. "If I stay, I'll never want to leave," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. He pulls away and finishes clothing himself, aware that Shishido is watching his every move, again. Only this time, he can hardly stand it and he needs to be home, in his own bed before he explodes with emotion, bottled and overwhelming. He pauses at the door, turning slightly to glance at his senpai, yearning. "Don't regret this. I know I won't." With that said, he opens the door and walks out, closing it with a quiet 'snick'-- the sound of finality that replays over and over in his head even as he reaches his home, his bed and falls into it, reliving and remembering in the dark.
The memory of a warm hand on his wrist is too much and alone, he burns.
shishido/hiyoshi
NC-17
The hand on Hiyoshi's wrist is warm, too warm and he's burning up.
"Stop, Wakashi. This is fucking lame. Just-- please."
The grip tightens, and Hiyoshi tries in vain to pull away. Maybe he's done it this time-- pushed Shishido too far. Maybe he should have simply said no when his friend asked him to come over. It was too soon. He can't help it-- he just wants, so much and he can't have it and it tears him up inside. He can feel his heart bleeding, torn and shattered and he looks up, eyes fierce even though he is crying inside.
"Ryou. I love you. I fucking love you. but I can't. I--I'm sorry about Chou--" A strangled sob escapes as Shishido's hands shove, shove and he's falling against the wall, hands on his chest sliding to his throat.
"Ryou--"
"Don't say his name. You don't get to say it, Wakashi. I don't-- I can't--" Shishido bites his lip, and Hiyoshi watches, entranced as shiny, clear tears slip down his senpai's cheeks. "--I miss him, Wakashi. I fucking miss him so much," he chokes out and Hiyoshi's heart breaks again as Shishido seems to collapse within himself and his grip weakens.
Hiyoshi reaches, emboldened, and pulls Shishido to him and is surprised when the boy goes willingly. He clutches and is clutched at in return, and he can't help the sob that escapes him as Choutarou's face swims before his eyes and guilt and sadness wash over him in waves. Things like that weren't supposed to happen to teenagers-- Choutarou wasn't supposed to die after being mugged and shot on the way home from practice. He wasn't supposed to be buried in the ground, cold and unfeeling and unbreathing and unsmiling.
"Ryou. RyouRyouRyou," Hiyoshi can't think of anything else to say so he simply repeats Shishido's name over and over, a litany of comfort or something. He isn't sure what, exactly.
Hot breath ghosts across the tear-soaked skin on his neck and throat and he shivers as goosebumps pop up all over his flesh. "Wakashi. You said you'd never kiss me. And I said I'd never kiss back if you did," Shishido's voice is low, hoarse and raw with emotion and Hiyoshi nods because he can't say anything without his eyes and throat burning. Shishido straightens slightly, so that they are eyelevel like always and his eyes are red and puffy and Hiyoshi wants to kiss them better, but he can’t-- he just can’t even though it’s killing him. “I lied. I fucking lied. Kiss me, Wakashi. I’m asking you to kiss me and...I won’t punch you. I just-- I want to feel again.”
Hiyoshi shakes his head. “I-- I love you, but I won’t kiss you. I can’t. You don’t...You want Choutarou back and I’m not him, Ryou.” Hiyoshi chokes back a strangled cry, maybe a wail, he’s not sure. “I’m not Choutarou.” The last part comes out a cracked whisper and Hiyoshi feels so very vulnerable and he can’t take it-- he’s always wanted Shishido but not like this-- never like this.
Shishido snarls and lunges forward, connecting their lips forcefully, teeth clacking and as soon as those lips touch his Hiyoshi feels his resistance slipping away, like so much water through the cracks of his hands and he lets Shishido plunder his mouth, whimpering softly. Shishido tastes so very different than what Hiyoshi had always imagined he would taste-- salty and bitter with guilt and sorrow and anger. A rough, tennis-calloused hand forcefully shoves itself down Hiyoshi's pants and strokes and he wails softly into the kiss as he arches upwards helplessly. Tears run down his cheeks and he gasps, undulating under Shishido's ministrations as sparks of pleasure run through every nerve ending in his body, setting him on fire. "R--Ryou," he chokes out against Shishido's lips, his hands clutching his friend's face as if he were everything in the world. 'Ryou, I'm here for you. Always. I'll do this for you." His whisper is husky with arousal and overwhelming emotion and he wants to collapse in sorrow as Shishido looks at him, his eyes sad and fierce all at once and Hiyoshi can't stand it, seeing his senpai like this. He brushes his lips against Shishido's cheeks, kissing away every salty tear. Shishido's hand slowly stills, and Hiyoshi shudders as it leaves his pants completely and comes up to tangle in his hair. Shishido's other hand clenches his hip and uses it to grind their bodies together and he gasps, sending Hiyoshi's heart to fluttering with the sound.
"Wakashi...I want this but-- I don't-- I'm sorr--"
"I know. Don't say it, please. I just--" Hiyoshi sighs and it hitches slightly as he fights the sob that threatens to escape. He's always known. Shishido never loved him and even with Choutarou gone he still won't...but, Hiyoshi swears to himself he'll be there. Through anything. Shishido shakes against him and Hiyoshi's arms wind around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and cradling his head into his neck. "I want to be here for you is all," he finishes softly, blinking rapidly as fresh tears well up, blurring his vision.
They stay like that for a few moments, simply embracing and breathing-- crying, remembering-- until, hesitantly, Hiyoshi raises Shishido's head and kisses him, softly, comforting. His mouth tingles and his head swims as Shishido kisses him back just as gently, all of their previous violence gone.
As Shishido's lips move against his, so tender it almost hurts, Hiyoshi forgets he isn't loved in return. He forgets that this is solely for comfort purposes and pretends Shishido is his, all his and no one else's.
And maybe, just for this once, he is.
Hiyoshi breaks the kiss reluctantly and watches intently as Shishido frowns at him quizzically. "Ryou, I want you to.." He trails off, biting his lip unsurely. He doesn't know how to say this, or if he even should. He doesn't know what it is exactly that Shishido wants and it could very well differ greatly from what he himself wants. Gathering up his courage, he finishes his sentence softly. "..Fuck me."
Shishido's eyes widen and he looks away. Hiyoshi panics, because his fears were confirmed and maybe Shishido really isn't ready for this at all and he just messed everything up and-- "No, I want you to fuck me, Wakashi. I-- I've never fucked anyone before and...I only ever wanted to try that with Choutarou." The admission is soft and sad and it tears Hiyoshi apart.
Hiyoshi lets the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding out slowly, the apprehension of what Shishido is asking him to do sinking in. "Ryou..." he whispers, resuming the kiss with fervor. He feels Shishido's soft whimper vibrate against his mouth, feels with every fiber of his being, and swallows it with his lips and tongue, wishing he could just kiss away all of Shishido's misery and hurt.
Without severing the kiss, Hiyoshi switches their positions and slowly backs Shishido up against the wall. Shakily, his hands slide down his senpai's chest and lift up the bottom of his tee, and he finally breaks the kiss to eye him hesitantly. Shishido smiles faintly and nods, and Hiyoshi feels his heart skip a few beats as he lifts it up over Shishido's head and tosses it aside. He runs his hands up Shishido's toned stomach and chest almost reverently, feeling silky soft, yet hard, skin contract beneath his fingertips.
Hiyoshi leans in and lightly brushes his lips against Shishido's before kissing a trail down his jaw to his throat, all the while fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. Finally, he manages to get them undone and slips them, and the boxers below, off Shishido's hips with fingers trailing down burning, soft skin, where they continue their downward descent to puddle around the older boy's ankles.
Kneeling down before Shishido like a faithful worshipper paying homage, Hiyoshi lets his fingers slide across the sharp edges of his pelvic bone, the skin beneath the tips silky smooth and beautiful like some perfect sculpture created by God. He leans forward, his eyes flicking upwards for a brief moment to catch Shishido's heavy gaze, eyes slightly widened in anticipation. Hiyoshi smiles a small smile and brushes his lips across the head of the erection standing tall and proud before him, licking the pre-cum from them.
Slowly, he lowers his mouth over the tip, using his tongue to nudge the slit then slide around in a circle. Above him, Shishido moans and as Hiyoshi's hands trail down his legs, he can feel the tremors that speak of failing strength. A hand tangles itself furiously in his hair and tugs, and Hiyoshi grimaces slightly. He slides his mouth further downwards, adding a single light scraping of teeth and feels his cock twitch from the resulting hiss the move created. Applying light suction, he relaxes his throat and takes Shishido's cock in deeper, forcing his gag reflex down momentarily so he can give his senpai this distraction, this freedom if only for a small while. The gasping and ragged groan above him spurs him on and he sucks harder, bobbing his head slightly, cheeks hollowed. He closes his eyes, every whimper and moan wrung from Shishido's lips music to his ears.
Hiyoshi feels Shishido shiver and clutch his back, hissing. "Wakashi," he says, haltingly, "I want it now." The words go straight to Hiyoshi's cock, and he reluctantly eases the erection from his mouth, licking his lips. He steps back and undresses, aware that Shishido is watching his every move, and that only turns him on so much more. He can only stare as Shishido kicks away his jeans and boxers. Hiyoshi trembles as he gazes at that beautiful, golden body and wonders if maybe this is all a horrible dream, something his subconscious thought up to torture him, but then Shishido is pulling him, and he falls, willingly, into his embrace. If this is a dream, he will make the best of it, and he captures his senpai's lips again as their hot, hypersensitive bodies mesh and skin meets skin and oh-- it's wonderful, beautiful and Hiyoshi never wants it to end.
Shishido moans softly against Hiyoshi's lips and tongue and it's all he can do to hold back, because he doesn't want this to hurt for either one of them and for him, at least, this is special. Hiyoshi pulls away, wetting two of his fingers thoroughly as he catches Shishido's eyes in a fierce gaze, and he feels as if every emotion he has is being put on display, shining like beacon in his own eyes. Trembling with sudden emotion, he uses the other of his hands to lift Shishido's leg and hook it around his hip, sucking a breath in sharply as he stores the sight before him to memory-- Shishido's heavy-lidded, lustful gaze, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, which is still red and plump from their kisses, the quaking of his body, the heavy feeling of his leg as it willingly wrapped around him. He relishes it, tucks it away in the back of his mind so that one day, he can look back on it and simply remember. Hesitantly, Hiyoshi slides a wet finger inside of Shishido, choking back a moan at how tight and hot the muscles contracting around it are and how they'll feel even better around his cock. "Ryou," he whispers to him as he arches slightly, features twisting in a slight grimace, "If I hurt you, tell me."
Shishido pants, nodding furiously. "Wakashi, curl it-- curl it, dammit," he mutters between gasps for breath.
Hiyoshi does so, finding the tiny bundle of nerves and stroking it fervently, nearly going insane with need as Shishido bucks upwards frantically, mewling with undiluted pleasure. Hiyoshi repeats the action, over and over until the other boy barely registers another finger slipping inside and scissoring, so driven with lust is he. By the time he has three fingers inside, Shishido is sweating profusely, his face slack and his mouth open as he gulps for air. Hiyoshi moans softly and pulls his fingers away, lifting Shishido's other leg and fitting himself against his senpai's body. He's barely sane now, lust and want and need clouding his brain and he wants to simply bury himself to the hilt inside of the body in front of him but instead he simply guides the tip of his aching cock inside, gasping raggedly at the tremors of pleasure that snake up his spine. "Ryou," he murmurs, one palm laying flat against the wall to the side of Shishido's head as he tries to remain upright. A hand is tugging his hair while the other is clutching his back, nails digging in painfully.
Shishido arches, whining softly as the movement causes Hiyoshi's cock to drive deeper inside. Hiyoshi moans loudly, his head lolling forward to rest against Shishido's, mingling their panting breaths together. He pushes all the way in and stills, adjusting to the overwhelming sensations and emotions and thoughts running through him as well as letting his lover adjust. The muscles around his cock are contracting and loosening, drawing moans and gasps from his lips continuously and finally Shishido kisses him desperately and quickly. "Wakashi, fuck me already," he snarls, bucking upwards to emphasize his point.
Hiyoshi thinks he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to and slowly withdraws and thrusts back in, creating a slow, steady rhythm at first. Shishido writhes and meets every thrust eagerly, impatiently, and Hiyoshi gasps, speeding up as heat pools in his belly and he begins to tense, sensing his upcoming orgasm. As he slams into the willing body over and over, he grasps Shishido's cock in a hand and strokes in time with his thrusts and swallows the moans with a passionate kiss, sucking his lover's tongue into his mouth and massaging it with his own. The kiss becomes almost desperate as they both start losing control-- sweaty bodies slide slick and wet against each other and the sounds of their flesh meeting echo in the room.
Shishido bucks upwards sharply and cries out as he stiffens, coming wet and hot all over Hiyoshi's hand and contracting all around him. Nearly sobbing , Hiyoshi follows, almost collapsing as his release overtakes him with intense pleasure overloading his nerve endings and white lights dancing behind his eyelids. He falls against Shishido, whose gasps for breath mingle with his own as they both stand there, shakily.
After a few moments, Hiyoshi brushes his lips against Shishido's sweat-drenched forehead and steps back, gazing at him sadly. He wants to say something but he's at a loss for words. What does one say to their best friend after they've just had sex? Sighing, he turned to gather up his clothes and re-dress, because the sadness and pity in Shishido's stare is overwhelming and he can't stand it. However, two arms encircle his waist and a chin rests on his shoulder, hot breath puffing against his skin, and he shivers. "Ryou..."
"Don't," Shishido murmurs, "Just...I asked you over. So, stay over."
Hiyoshi feels his eyes moisten and he turns, cupping Shishido's face and kissing him softly. "If I stay, I'll never want to leave," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. He pulls away and finishes clothing himself, aware that Shishido is watching his every move, again. Only this time, he can hardly stand it and he needs to be home, in his own bed before he explodes with emotion, bottled and overwhelming. He pauses at the door, turning slightly to glance at his senpai, yearning. "Don't regret this. I know I won't." With that said, he opens the door and walks out, closing it with a quiet 'snick'-- the sound of finality that replays over and over in his head even as he reaches his home, his bed and falls into it, reliving and remembering in the dark.
The memory of a warm hand on his wrist is too much and alone, he burns.