[fic] Lather, Rinse, and Repeat
Title: Lather, Rinse, and Repeat
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP again!
Pairing: Shishitori.
Comments: Second try :O I wrote the words this time! This was supposed to be a shower lemon but became very much not. D:
Warnings: Boysecks.
Friday afternoon.
Hyoutei’s doubles one pair had already collapsed onto the couch in Choutarou’s parents’ living room. It was the beginning of a holiday, and the elder Ohtoris had left Choutarou with the responsibility of watching over the house… with his boyfriend.
Of course, they didn’t know that. One really could not divulge such a secret to one’s parents, especially when one was explicitly told not to have a girlfriend before high school. Technically he was allowed, but they certainly were not going to see it that way.
But it wasn’t like they were going to do anything beyond cuddling (if Shishido was lucky!) And, needless to say, it was pretty damn awkward to be just sitting close together staring at the goddamn wall. Even despite his exhaustion.
Choutarou entwined his fingers in Shishido’s and leaned his head into his shoulder. Ryou tipped his head up to lay a chaste kiss on the side of his boyfriend’s mouth, sighing resignedly. It was almost painful, the pace they were going at- it’d be four months in a couple days or so, and Ohtori would rarely allow him to do more than touch their lips together for a few sweet moments. In the beginning, it was somewhat endearing, but… now it was just exasperating.
Four freaking months! Shishido’s patience was nearly out. No matter how many advances he’d make, Choutarou would never let him go further. It was pretty amazing that he had even held out this long. There were such things as human limits. Choutarou was obviously testing them until they broke.
The mere scent of the younger boy, sweet and fresh even after rigorous practice, was enough to drive Shishido insane.
And, inevitably, it did. All control lost, he pinned Choutarou down onto the bedspread. Shishido took his mouth roughly and slipped a hand under the other’s shirt. He fully ignored the protesting noises from deep within Ohtori’s throat, instead kissing harder at each moan. Shishido pushed his tongue past resisting lips, matching the rhythm of the strokes of his hand on the younger boy’s torso in his mouth. Choutarou’s face flushed completely red as he realized his doubles partner was not going to stop. His eyes squeezed shut, subconsciously enjoying himself but not altogether sanctioning it. Not meeting with any physical opposition, Ryou’s hand slid under the waistband of Ohtori’s pants.
“A-ah-wait!”
Choutarou looked frantically around, shocked that he had actually pushed his boyfriend away and trying vainly to come up with a good excuse. Shishido already looked considerably deflated from the sudden loss of contact. “You’re tired, right?” his voice was a bit too high and forcible despite his trying to be casual. “Let’s take a bath instead! Uh, wait, not doing anything, I mean… I… uh…!”
… oh, he had just dug his grave. He tugged uncomfortably at his shirt to bring it back down from above his collarbone. Tempting Shishido in this state was not a good idea, especially since he had pretty much just tied himself up naked with a ribbon. Semi-literally. Shishido just looked dazed and tousled, his cheeks faintly damask, nodding vaguely with his eyes still glazed over with lust.
Conveniently, the only bath in the entire house was his parents’ western-style hot tub. Choutarou remembered what the ad for that had looked like- it was one of those just-bordering-on-X things that found loopholes to be placed in what seemed to be tame magazines. And that was what they were for.
Choutarou closed the door and set the bath absently, wary of the bottles that were strewn across the edge. He had never really looked at them, and his parents obviously trusted him enough not to ever. He blushed as he read some of the labels. Picking finally what was but innocent bubble bath, he opened it and let it flow. The bath became full of ivory white bubbles. Soon the water was lettting off steam like lace that dissipated into the air, the room growing warm and moist.
Shishido grabbed Choutarou’s wrist as he moved to remove his shirt, staring meaningfully into the taller boy’s eyes. Ohtori couldn’t help but be paralyzed by the look his boyfriend was giving him. He let his hand be redirected to the fly of Ryou’s pants as Shishido began to undress him. Choutarou got a weird feeling in his stomach and couldn’t move. The area his open palm was near was hot and bulging, and he wasn’t even touching it. He couldn’t. He felt searing fire wherever Shishido’s hand would slip and touch his bare skin.
Except his hand wasn’t slipping- Shishido undid Ohtori’s clothes with one hand and caressed him with the other passionately, but tenderly. He stroked the younger boy’s nipples as the shirt fell from his shoulders, them becoming almost immediately hard. Ryou kissed at Choutarou’s jawline as he hooked his thumb on the waistband of his pants, encircling his boyfriend’s waist with his free arm.
Choutarou’s hand trembled as he tried to get hold of the button. He missed quite a few times and was discomfited when Ryou emitted approving noises at the contact. Meanwhile Shishido was pulling Ohtori’s pants past his knees at an excruciatingly slow pace. He moved down to fondle the area between Choutarou’s legs. The younger boy bit his lip at this, not feeling entirely comfortable but also mortified by the distinct feeling of pleasure he was getting from the ministrations.
He attempted to draw his hand away from Shishido’s crotch but Shishido immediately replaced it, guiding Ohtori’s fingers to the zipper that was withholding the member he knew was fighting to get out. Shyly he took the pull, causing Ryou to let out a slow breath. Shishido caught his mouth in an ardent kiss, biting delicately at Choutarou’s lower lip. The second year couldn’t help but mewl at this.
Shishido removed Ohtori’s pants completely and began to slide his underwear down his legs, still kissing him deeply. He traced circles on Choutarou’s ass, making the younger boy reflexively arch his back. The latter started to move his hand away from the front of Shishido’s jeans again but he wouldn’t let him. When they were completely unzipped, Choutarou was almost frightened to see that Shishido was not wearing anything underneath.
Ryou got hold of Choutarou’s hand once again and coaxed it open, then wrapped it around his dick. Ohtori held it limply, his brain having completely burnt out from everything that was happening. Gently he guided his boyfriend through the motions, his breath coming out in short bursts.
Then, he, meeting with no resistance, laid Choutarou over the side of the hot tub. He supported Ohtori’s back much like one would a baby. Shishido pleasured Choutarou’s cock in one hand, causing the younger boy to move lusciously against him, and touched inside his boyfriend with the other. When his finger met with Ohtori’s entrance, he finally regained control of his body.
Whap! Disbelievingly he stared down at his hands, which had just slapped Shishido away. “Shishido-san! I-I-“
Shishido averted his eyes. Choutarou bit his lip and climbed into the bath, extending a hand to help his boyfriend in. Ryou took it and positioned himself behind him, saying nothing. He didn’t let go of Ohtori’s hand. Choutarou wouldn’t hold it.
They sat there in silence. When he attempted to embrace the younger boy, Choutarou wriggled out of his arms. And that was it. “Look,” Shishido closed his eyes, bringing one hand to his forehead. “Do you like me, or not?”
“I love you, Shishido-san. Really, I do…”
“So why not?”
“I…”
“I… love you too, that’s why I… want to do this with you…”
“I…”
“Can I… at least… bring, uh, you off? Um, please…”
Choutarou felt himself becoming hard at this against his own conscious will, the currents in the water going past his erection most uncomfortably. He was fleetingly grateful that he had chosen to sit in front of Shishido in the bath, but then Shishido had pressed his face into Ohtori’s back. The older boy’s erection was pushing hard into his hip area. Choutarou felt his chest growing hot, his breathing coming a little faster than normal. Shishido’s arms tightened around his waist, and he began kissing softly at the back of his boyfriend’s neck.
Choutarou nodded slowly in consent.
Shishido started to nip gently at the silver-haired boy’s ear. He moved closer to the other, spreading his legs so that he could sit with his chest directly touching Choutarou’ back. Ryou placed one hand flat against his boyfriend’s torso and put the other around his cock. A shiver ran down Ohtori’s spine, but he was too overcome by the warm sensation he was getting to repel the touches. Meanwhile, Shishido stroked Choutarou gently on both his painfully swelled organ and up and down his chest. He held his breath to keep back a moan.
“Does… does it feel good, Choutarou?” Shishido’s voice was deep and came out almost in a rasp, thick with his desire. Ohtori could only moan in response, having lost all coherent thought to the abyss. He allowed himself to be turned around in the bath and pressed against the side, still being under the control of Shishido’s sweet ministrations.
He touched every part of his cute lover that he could, brushing his fingers from the base to the top. Choutarou felt painfully hot, from both the heat of the bath and the maddeningly pleasant feel of his boyfriend against the places where no one- not even he himself- had ever touched before. His breath caught in his throat and then became labored. He forced his arm against his mouth to keep himself from crying out. “Don’t do that.” Shishido pulled his hand away from Choutarou’s cock, eliciting a squeak from the younger boy that was muffled against his wrist, and took the offending arm gently down. He replaced it with his lips, swirling his tongue over the other’s mouth.
“Mmm… Shishido-san… I…”
Shishido sucked at Ohtori’s lips, turning them a deep red as the swelled up. Then, he laid kisses all over Choutarou’s collarbone and up his neck; ambrosial as nothing else he had ever felt before. Choutarou’s entire body was flushing pink, and Ryou felt his heart skip a beat in his chest. He traced a line of fire down the inside of Ohtori’s thigh in response with his finger, and the younger boy moaned breathily.
Then Shishido licked at Ohtori’s nipples, relishing the feel of them becoming completely stiff between his teeth. Choutarou squealed blissfully at the sensation, writhing against Ryou’s body. Shishido’s own dick began to throb in the water, but he ignored it the best he could to continue making his love feel heaven.
Choutarou’s erection quivered in Ryou’s hands, almost ready to let go. He fingered the tip affectionately and submerged his head, bringing Ohtori to orgasm with his tongue. He hummed to stimulate the other more with the vibrations. “Ha… ahh… aahhhh…!” The second year’s body shuddered then sagged against the cold tile. The bittersweet cum filled Shishido’s mouth and then went on to spill out, as all the bubbles had gone, dyeing the water to a creamy white. He resurfaced, swallowing most of it. A drop fell from the side of his mouth as he coughed.
Ohtori looked scared for a minute, but relaxed once the older boy grinned at him. “Gochisousama.”
It took but a moment for Shishido to bring himself off with his hands, Choutarou wanting to return the favor but being too late in realizing. With a soft cry, he relieved himself into the water as well, the bath beginning to look like milk.
Shishido entangled his hands in Choutarou’s wet silver locks, gently kissing him on the forehead and laughing sensuously. “It wasn’t that bad… right? I think I’m probably sated enough to go another six months, so… we can go all the way whenever you’re ready, Choutarou. Remember- I love you, okay?” He ruffled his hair and climbed out of the bath, drying himself off and then retreating.
Choutarou sank into water, blowing bubbles. His face was still tomato-red, his heart was still going a mile a minute, and blind butterflies had begun to flutter aimlessly in his stomach as he replayed what had happened in his mind. Worse- he was beginning to grow erect again at the memory. He took a deep breath and reached down, but it just wasn’t the same, feeling about as pleasurable as rubbing an elbow. Was he addicted?
He did his best to clean up before letting out the bath. Ohtori was still totally hard. Biting his lip, he picked up one of the bottles on the side of the bath and, wrapping a towel around his waist, went back to his room.
As expected, Shishido was in there. He was mesmerized by the television, sitting fully dressed and cross-legged on Choutarou’s bedspread. The lights were off and the room was illuminated by a rapidly flashing bluish light- it was assumable that Ryou was watching another one of his beloved manly action movies. Ohtori giggled despite himself. It was strange when he thought of the other as adorable, but he really was.
And then he blushed hard again, remembering his purpose and… problem. He pushed open the door. Shishido nodded at him, moving over slightly to make room, and turned back to the movie. Choutarou obligingly sat beside him, and Ryou wrapped an arm around his waist comfortably.
“Shishido-san?”
“Hm?”
Choutarou gripped Shishido’s shirt and pulled him back on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Ryou’s neck to kiss him and, taking the older boy’s hand in his own, pressed the bottle into his palm. “I… think I’m ready…”
“Already?” Shishido’s eyebrows went up. “I… I’m not pushing you into this, am I? Because I really meant it, I can hold out until you’re s-“
Ohtori pressed a finger into his lips to silence him. “I need it as much as you do… so… please.” He inhaled deeply and spread his arms in a gesture of submission, smiling.
“Are you… sure?”
“Yes, definitely…”
“Really sure?”
“Shishido-san… are you sure?”
Ryou laughed sheepishly at this. “It’s just… gods, Choutarou, I’m just… really really fucking happy right now. Really. I can’t believe you’re the same Choutarou who barely let me touch you earlier…”
“I’m glad.”
Shishido kissed more tenderly than before, pulling Choutarou to him and stealing his breath away. His boyfriend matched him, though, and it became a battle. Their tongues moved in a serpentine way against each other, velvety and fantastically. He loosened the towel and removed it slowly from his boyfriend’s hips, the friction against Choutarou’s dick making him squeak. Shishido’s hand was there, though, moving unbearably slowly.
Choutarou wrapped his legs around Shishido’s waist and began to slip his boyfriend’s shirt off. He steadied himself with one arm across Ryou’s back, stroking soothingly up and down. Choutarou’s breath on his neck enflamed Shishido’s inner passion. He pushed the younger boy down and kissed harder, separating only momentarily as his clothes came off. When their cocks touched together for the first time, they both cried out.
Shishido slid down the taller boy’s body to suck him off again, but Ohtori pushed him back. Choutarou took all of Ryou in his mouth and his pulse sped up as his boyfriend twitched within him. He accidentally hit the back of the second year’s throat, causing him to reactively swallow. Shishido moaned long and loudly as he felt the muscle movement against his erection.
Once he tasted Shishido’s precum, Choutarou released his lover. “Aah-mmm, Cho-Choutarou…” he gasped as his cock fell out of the warm confines of Ohtori’s mouth and met the cold air. Choutarou kissed the tip lovingly before sitting back and spreading his legs with his hands, breathing hard and lustily. His eyes were dark with desire, offering himself up to his boyfriend.
Shishido growled huskily and lowered himself so that he could lick inside his partner to prepare him. He placed his hands at the separation between leg and torso, massaging closely to Ohtori’s balls with his thumbs. Choutarou emitted a harsh sound that was something like “hiiiii” at this, convulsing violently with pleasure. “Feels good… Shishido-san… haaa~aaahhh…” Both his hands were limp at his shoulder, his skin dampening with hot sweat.
He kissed inside his partner madly, all around his most inner parts. Choutarou moved deliciously with every touch, not used to such stimulation. His stomach felt like it was rolling up inside of him, the sensation he sometimes got when he merely saw Shishido amplified a billion times. Ryou’s tongue swirled around the ring of muscle blocking Choutarou’s entrance. “Aahh… Shi~shido… san…!!” Shishido pushed his tongue inside, feeling the walls of Choutarou’s ass pushing against him in the most amazing way. He went a bit deeper then withdrew as he flicked open the lubricant bottle and slicked his fingers, the cold oil making the second-year moan until it warmed.
As one was in, he poured a bit on Choutarou’s chest and pinched both of his nipples tenderly. Shishido put his knees under Ohtori’s legs to support them so he wouldn’t feel stiff afterwards and leaned forward to catch Choutarou’s lips in another kiss. “Mmmm... m-moreee…” The younger boy whispered greedily, his cock beginning to drip dangerously. Shishido sank down and lapped it off.
Electricity flew through his body, up his spine and to his fingertips. It ended as lightning behind his eyes, slightly watery with pain as Shishido inserted another finger. He moved it in and out slowly, and Choutarou flushed harder as he somehow managed to make himself imagine that. Now Shishido sucked at his taut stomach, leaving faint red circles and toothmarks on the soft skin. His hand moved down to Ohtori’s side, and he brought his fingernails down gently. “A-ahhh… ooh. I…” His body seemed to be burning with both flames and ice.
The third finger went in. Choutarou screamed, the noise echoing throughout the entire house. “… does it hurt… Choutarou? I can… haaahhh… stop now…” Shishido’s words were shaky and desirous, but genuinely concerned. He moved as if to remove his fingers, but Ohtori’s hand flew down to stop it. Choutarou pressed Ryou’s hand in further as his response, making himself mewl loudly. His eyes glazed over and he gasped. “Choutarou… you’re… Ahhhh…”
“What, Shishido…san?”
“So beautiful.”
Choutarou stopped breathing for a moment as his head spun at the words. Something had sparked in him, and his heart beat faster than it did before, somehow. Shishido pulled his fingers out. Ohtori’s opening let out a wet sucking noise as they were removed, and he squeaked with the loss.
Ryou grasped one of Choutarou’s ankles and pushed it back further to allow him a better angle. But as Shishido positioned himself to enter Ohtori, the younger boy whimpered, immediately biting his lip to stifle the noise.
“A-ah… you’re… is it going… can I really…?”
“Don’t be afraid, Choutarou. I’ll stop if it hurts. Trust me…”
“I… I-I trust you, Shi-shido-san. So… don’t stop. Please.”
“Haha… remember, you asked for it.”
“Y-yes.”
He reached up to kiss Choutarou again before sliding into his lover. “Yessssssss….” Ohtori hissed, his body tightening against Shishido’s cock. It felt like the fingers, except hundreds of millions times better. He could ignore the pain through the pure pleasure he was feeling. “A-ahhh… mm… Shishido-sannnn…” He threw his arms around Ryou’s neck and pressed into the side of his neck, kissing softly at the flesh he found there. “Touch me moreeee…”
Choutarou certainly felt addicted at this point. His entire body was sensitive. One arm wrapped protectively around him, the other dancing across his dick with an amazing dexterity. The calluses on Shishido’s hands were rough and pleasurable on his twitching member, making his breath hitch and gasp at regular intervals. The older boy was biting his ear again, the feeling incredibly arousing.
Ohtori was squealing now, his body increasingly more tense on the inside. It filled Shishido with a blistering fire, his entire being feeling higher than it had ever been. His heart was exploding with ecstasy. Now he entwined his fingers into Choutarou’s, thrusting harder inside the younger boy.
He knew if he went a little deeper, he could hit that spot. Shishido stopped. “Choutarou… I…” He began quietly, looking into his darling partner’s eyes.
“Please…”
Of course he knew- they were in tandem, right? Now Ryou increased his rhythm, emboldened. He hit on the first thrust. Choutarou hugged him to his body more forcefully and moaned deafeningly. Shishido breathed sharply and thrust again, harder and faster. The bed shook under them, and Choutarou arched his back into the wall. He couldn’t open his eyes for the sheer amount of rapture he was feeling at that moment.
Experimentally, Shishido varied the pressure and speed. “Unnnhhhh… l-love you, Shishido-saaaaaa~aaann…” Choutarou pressed his lips into the space between Ryou’s collarbone and his shoulder and began to suck as he had felt Shishido do before. The older boy groaned as a hickey was left on his neck. His grip tightened on Choutarou’s cock, making the second year squeak at the pressure.
Ohtori leaned back onto the bed and let his legs fall over Shishido’s shoulders. Ryou grabbed onto Choutarou’s hip to keep his balance. Both were painfully close to climax. Shishido continued to go in and out of his boyfriend, Choutarou’s opening constantly making noises like a suction cup.
Shishido sucked in deeply.
“Aaahhh… I’m…”
“Yeah, me too…”
“Aaaa~aaannnn…” Choutarou squirmed and balled the sheets in his hands, stimulating Ryou more so that he moaned in bliss. His cock was almost completely straight up, now looking much like a geyser about to explode. The hot liquid smeared over Shishido’s hands and onto his stomach with the contact putting them both over the edge. Choutarou’s cum splattered thickly like paint, and the muscle contraction inside his ass made Ryou leak inside of the younger boy.
He pulled out, completely tired, and dropped down to clean Choutarou off. He licked his own cum from within his boyfriend, Ohtori’s opening still stretched and wide open. Choutarou squealed as Shishido left a final kiss on the swollen hole.
Choutarou took the sheets and wiped Ryou’s face down tenderly. He then pillowed his head against Shishido’s chest and sighed contentedly, rubbing against him like a cat. Shishido’s arms hung lazily about his neck in a limp embrace. The action movie’s credits rolled and they both closed their eyes.
But then Choutarou came to a realization.
“Shishido-san?”
“What is it, Choutarou?”
“I think we need another bath…”
Shishido laughed and ruffled his hair.
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Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP again!
Pairing: Shishitori.
Comments: Second try :O I wrote the words this time! This was supposed to be a shower lemon but became very much not. D:
Warnings: Boysecks.
Friday afternoon.
Hyoutei’s doubles one pair had already collapsed onto the couch in Choutarou’s parents’ living room. It was the beginning of a holiday, and the elder Ohtoris had left Choutarou with the responsibility of watching over the house… with his boyfriend.
Of course, they didn’t know that. One really could not divulge such a secret to one’s parents, especially when one was explicitly told not to have a girlfriend before high school. Technically he was allowed, but they certainly were not going to see it that way.
But it wasn’t like they were going to do anything beyond cuddling (if Shishido was lucky!) And, needless to say, it was pretty damn awkward to be just sitting close together staring at the goddamn wall. Even despite his exhaustion.
Choutarou entwined his fingers in Shishido’s and leaned his head into his shoulder. Ryou tipped his head up to lay a chaste kiss on the side of his boyfriend’s mouth, sighing resignedly. It was almost painful, the pace they were going at- it’d be four months in a couple days or so, and Ohtori would rarely allow him to do more than touch their lips together for a few sweet moments. In the beginning, it was somewhat endearing, but… now it was just exasperating.
Four freaking months! Shishido’s patience was nearly out. No matter how many advances he’d make, Choutarou would never let him go further. It was pretty amazing that he had even held out this long. There were such things as human limits. Choutarou was obviously testing them until they broke.
The mere scent of the younger boy, sweet and fresh even after rigorous practice, was enough to drive Shishido insane.
And, inevitably, it did. All control lost, he pinned Choutarou down onto the bedspread. Shishido took his mouth roughly and slipped a hand under the other’s shirt. He fully ignored the protesting noises from deep within Ohtori’s throat, instead kissing harder at each moan. Shishido pushed his tongue past resisting lips, matching the rhythm of the strokes of his hand on the younger boy’s torso in his mouth. Choutarou’s face flushed completely red as he realized his doubles partner was not going to stop. His eyes squeezed shut, subconsciously enjoying himself but not altogether sanctioning it. Not meeting with any physical opposition, Ryou’s hand slid under the waistband of Ohtori’s pants.
“A-ah-wait!”
Choutarou looked frantically around, shocked that he had actually pushed his boyfriend away and trying vainly to come up with a good excuse. Shishido already looked considerably deflated from the sudden loss of contact. “You’re tired, right?” his voice was a bit too high and forcible despite his trying to be casual. “Let’s take a bath instead! Uh, wait, not doing anything, I mean… I… uh…!”
… oh, he had just dug his grave. He tugged uncomfortably at his shirt to bring it back down from above his collarbone. Tempting Shishido in this state was not a good idea, especially since he had pretty much just tied himself up naked with a ribbon. Semi-literally. Shishido just looked dazed and tousled, his cheeks faintly damask, nodding vaguely with his eyes still glazed over with lust.
Conveniently, the only bath in the entire house was his parents’ western-style hot tub. Choutarou remembered what the ad for that had looked like- it was one of those just-bordering-on-X things that found loopholes to be placed in what seemed to be tame magazines. And that was what they were for.
Choutarou closed the door and set the bath absently, wary of the bottles that were strewn across the edge. He had never really looked at them, and his parents obviously trusted him enough not to ever. He blushed as he read some of the labels. Picking finally what was but innocent bubble bath, he opened it and let it flow. The bath became full of ivory white bubbles. Soon the water was lettting off steam like lace that dissipated into the air, the room growing warm and moist.
Shishido grabbed Choutarou’s wrist as he moved to remove his shirt, staring meaningfully into the taller boy’s eyes. Ohtori couldn’t help but be paralyzed by the look his boyfriend was giving him. He let his hand be redirected to the fly of Ryou’s pants as Shishido began to undress him. Choutarou got a weird feeling in his stomach and couldn’t move. The area his open palm was near was hot and bulging, and he wasn’t even touching it. He couldn’t. He felt searing fire wherever Shishido’s hand would slip and touch his bare skin.
Except his hand wasn’t slipping- Shishido undid Ohtori’s clothes with one hand and caressed him with the other passionately, but tenderly. He stroked the younger boy’s nipples as the shirt fell from his shoulders, them becoming almost immediately hard. Ryou kissed at Choutarou’s jawline as he hooked his thumb on the waistband of his pants, encircling his boyfriend’s waist with his free arm.
Choutarou’s hand trembled as he tried to get hold of the button. He missed quite a few times and was discomfited when Ryou emitted approving noises at the contact. Meanwhile Shishido was pulling Ohtori’s pants past his knees at an excruciatingly slow pace. He moved down to fondle the area between Choutarou’s legs. The younger boy bit his lip at this, not feeling entirely comfortable but also mortified by the distinct feeling of pleasure he was getting from the ministrations.
He attempted to draw his hand away from Shishido’s crotch but Shishido immediately replaced it, guiding Ohtori’s fingers to the zipper that was withholding the member he knew was fighting to get out. Shyly he took the pull, causing Ryou to let out a slow breath. Shishido caught his mouth in an ardent kiss, biting delicately at Choutarou’s lower lip. The second year couldn’t help but mewl at this.
Shishido removed Ohtori’s pants completely and began to slide his underwear down his legs, still kissing him deeply. He traced circles on Choutarou’s ass, making the younger boy reflexively arch his back. The latter started to move his hand away from the front of Shishido’s jeans again but he wouldn’t let him. When they were completely unzipped, Choutarou was almost frightened to see that Shishido was not wearing anything underneath.
Ryou got hold of Choutarou’s hand once again and coaxed it open, then wrapped it around his dick. Ohtori held it limply, his brain having completely burnt out from everything that was happening. Gently he guided his boyfriend through the motions, his breath coming out in short bursts.
Then, he, meeting with no resistance, laid Choutarou over the side of the hot tub. He supported Ohtori’s back much like one would a baby. Shishido pleasured Choutarou’s cock in one hand, causing the younger boy to move lusciously against him, and touched inside his boyfriend with the other. When his finger met with Ohtori’s entrance, he finally regained control of his body.
Whap! Disbelievingly he stared down at his hands, which had just slapped Shishido away. “Shishido-san! I-I-“
Shishido averted his eyes. Choutarou bit his lip and climbed into the bath, extending a hand to help his boyfriend in. Ryou took it and positioned himself behind him, saying nothing. He didn’t let go of Ohtori’s hand. Choutarou wouldn’t hold it.
They sat there in silence. When he attempted to embrace the younger boy, Choutarou wriggled out of his arms. And that was it. “Look,” Shishido closed his eyes, bringing one hand to his forehead. “Do you like me, or not?”
“I love you, Shishido-san. Really, I do…”
“So why not?”
“I…”
“I… love you too, that’s why I… want to do this with you…”
“I…”
“Can I… at least… bring, uh, you off? Um, please…”
Choutarou felt himself becoming hard at this against his own conscious will, the currents in the water going past his erection most uncomfortably. He was fleetingly grateful that he had chosen to sit in front of Shishido in the bath, but then Shishido had pressed his face into Ohtori’s back. The older boy’s erection was pushing hard into his hip area. Choutarou felt his chest growing hot, his breathing coming a little faster than normal. Shishido’s arms tightened around his waist, and he began kissing softly at the back of his boyfriend’s neck.
Choutarou nodded slowly in consent.
Shishido started to nip gently at the silver-haired boy’s ear. He moved closer to the other, spreading his legs so that he could sit with his chest directly touching Choutarou’ back. Ryou placed one hand flat against his boyfriend’s torso and put the other around his cock. A shiver ran down Ohtori’s spine, but he was too overcome by the warm sensation he was getting to repel the touches. Meanwhile, Shishido stroked Choutarou gently on both his painfully swelled organ and up and down his chest. He held his breath to keep back a moan.
“Does… does it feel good, Choutarou?” Shishido’s voice was deep and came out almost in a rasp, thick with his desire. Ohtori could only moan in response, having lost all coherent thought to the abyss. He allowed himself to be turned around in the bath and pressed against the side, still being under the control of Shishido’s sweet ministrations.
He touched every part of his cute lover that he could, brushing his fingers from the base to the top. Choutarou felt painfully hot, from both the heat of the bath and the maddeningly pleasant feel of his boyfriend against the places where no one- not even he himself- had ever touched before. His breath caught in his throat and then became labored. He forced his arm against his mouth to keep himself from crying out. “Don’t do that.” Shishido pulled his hand away from Choutarou’s cock, eliciting a squeak from the younger boy that was muffled against his wrist, and took the offending arm gently down. He replaced it with his lips, swirling his tongue over the other’s mouth.
“Mmm… Shishido-san… I…”
Shishido sucked at Ohtori’s lips, turning them a deep red as the swelled up. Then, he laid kisses all over Choutarou’s collarbone and up his neck; ambrosial as nothing else he had ever felt before. Choutarou’s entire body was flushing pink, and Ryou felt his heart skip a beat in his chest. He traced a line of fire down the inside of Ohtori’s thigh in response with his finger, and the younger boy moaned breathily.
Then Shishido licked at Ohtori’s nipples, relishing the feel of them becoming completely stiff between his teeth. Choutarou squealed blissfully at the sensation, writhing against Ryou’s body. Shishido’s own dick began to throb in the water, but he ignored it the best he could to continue making his love feel heaven.
Choutarou’s erection quivered in Ryou’s hands, almost ready to let go. He fingered the tip affectionately and submerged his head, bringing Ohtori to orgasm with his tongue. He hummed to stimulate the other more with the vibrations. “Ha… ahh… aahhhh…!” The second year’s body shuddered then sagged against the cold tile. The bittersweet cum filled Shishido’s mouth and then went on to spill out, as all the bubbles had gone, dyeing the water to a creamy white. He resurfaced, swallowing most of it. A drop fell from the side of his mouth as he coughed.
Ohtori looked scared for a minute, but relaxed once the older boy grinned at him. “Gochisousama.”
It took but a moment for Shishido to bring himself off with his hands, Choutarou wanting to return the favor but being too late in realizing. With a soft cry, he relieved himself into the water as well, the bath beginning to look like milk.
Shishido entangled his hands in Choutarou’s wet silver locks, gently kissing him on the forehead and laughing sensuously. “It wasn’t that bad… right? I think I’m probably sated enough to go another six months, so… we can go all the way whenever you’re ready, Choutarou. Remember- I love you, okay?” He ruffled his hair and climbed out of the bath, drying himself off and then retreating.
Choutarou sank into water, blowing bubbles. His face was still tomato-red, his heart was still going a mile a minute, and blind butterflies had begun to flutter aimlessly in his stomach as he replayed what had happened in his mind. Worse- he was beginning to grow erect again at the memory. He took a deep breath and reached down, but it just wasn’t the same, feeling about as pleasurable as rubbing an elbow. Was he addicted?
He did his best to clean up before letting out the bath. Ohtori was still totally hard. Biting his lip, he picked up one of the bottles on the side of the bath and, wrapping a towel around his waist, went back to his room.
As expected, Shishido was in there. He was mesmerized by the television, sitting fully dressed and cross-legged on Choutarou’s bedspread. The lights were off and the room was illuminated by a rapidly flashing bluish light- it was assumable that Ryou was watching another one of his beloved manly action movies. Ohtori giggled despite himself. It was strange when he thought of the other as adorable, but he really was.
And then he blushed hard again, remembering his purpose and… problem. He pushed open the door. Shishido nodded at him, moving over slightly to make room, and turned back to the movie. Choutarou obligingly sat beside him, and Ryou wrapped an arm around his waist comfortably.
“Shishido-san?”
“Hm?”
Choutarou gripped Shishido’s shirt and pulled him back on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Ryou’s neck to kiss him and, taking the older boy’s hand in his own, pressed the bottle into his palm. “I… think I’m ready…”
“Already?” Shishido’s eyebrows went up. “I… I’m not pushing you into this, am I? Because I really meant it, I can hold out until you’re s-“
Ohtori pressed a finger into his lips to silence him. “I need it as much as you do… so… please.” He inhaled deeply and spread his arms in a gesture of submission, smiling.
“Are you… sure?”
“Yes, definitely…”
“Really sure?”
“Shishido-san… are you sure?”
Ryou laughed sheepishly at this. “It’s just… gods, Choutarou, I’m just… really really fucking happy right now. Really. I can’t believe you’re the same Choutarou who barely let me touch you earlier…”
“I’m glad.”
Shishido kissed more tenderly than before, pulling Choutarou to him and stealing his breath away. His boyfriend matched him, though, and it became a battle. Their tongues moved in a serpentine way against each other, velvety and fantastically. He loosened the towel and removed it slowly from his boyfriend’s hips, the friction against Choutarou’s dick making him squeak. Shishido’s hand was there, though, moving unbearably slowly.
Choutarou wrapped his legs around Shishido’s waist and began to slip his boyfriend’s shirt off. He steadied himself with one arm across Ryou’s back, stroking soothingly up and down. Choutarou’s breath on his neck enflamed Shishido’s inner passion. He pushed the younger boy down and kissed harder, separating only momentarily as his clothes came off. When their cocks touched together for the first time, they both cried out.
Shishido slid down the taller boy’s body to suck him off again, but Ohtori pushed him back. Choutarou took all of Ryou in his mouth and his pulse sped up as his boyfriend twitched within him. He accidentally hit the back of the second year’s throat, causing him to reactively swallow. Shishido moaned long and loudly as he felt the muscle movement against his erection.
Once he tasted Shishido’s precum, Choutarou released his lover. “Aah-mmm, Cho-Choutarou…” he gasped as his cock fell out of the warm confines of Ohtori’s mouth and met the cold air. Choutarou kissed the tip lovingly before sitting back and spreading his legs with his hands, breathing hard and lustily. His eyes were dark with desire, offering himself up to his boyfriend.
Shishido growled huskily and lowered himself so that he could lick inside his partner to prepare him. He placed his hands at the separation between leg and torso, massaging closely to Ohtori’s balls with his thumbs. Choutarou emitted a harsh sound that was something like “hiiiii” at this, convulsing violently with pleasure. “Feels good… Shishido-san… haaa~aaahhh…” Both his hands were limp at his shoulder, his skin dampening with hot sweat.
He kissed inside his partner madly, all around his most inner parts. Choutarou moved deliciously with every touch, not used to such stimulation. His stomach felt like it was rolling up inside of him, the sensation he sometimes got when he merely saw Shishido amplified a billion times. Ryou’s tongue swirled around the ring of muscle blocking Choutarou’s entrance. “Aahh… Shi~shido… san…!!” Shishido pushed his tongue inside, feeling the walls of Choutarou’s ass pushing against him in the most amazing way. He went a bit deeper then withdrew as he flicked open the lubricant bottle and slicked his fingers, the cold oil making the second-year moan until it warmed.
As one was in, he poured a bit on Choutarou’s chest and pinched both of his nipples tenderly. Shishido put his knees under Ohtori’s legs to support them so he wouldn’t feel stiff afterwards and leaned forward to catch Choutarou’s lips in another kiss. “Mmmm... m-moreee…” The younger boy whispered greedily, his cock beginning to drip dangerously. Shishido sank down and lapped it off.
Electricity flew through his body, up his spine and to his fingertips. It ended as lightning behind his eyes, slightly watery with pain as Shishido inserted another finger. He moved it in and out slowly, and Choutarou flushed harder as he somehow managed to make himself imagine that. Now Shishido sucked at his taut stomach, leaving faint red circles and toothmarks on the soft skin. His hand moved down to Ohtori’s side, and he brought his fingernails down gently. “A-ahhh… ooh. I…” His body seemed to be burning with both flames and ice.
The third finger went in. Choutarou screamed, the noise echoing throughout the entire house. “… does it hurt… Choutarou? I can… haaahhh… stop now…” Shishido’s words were shaky and desirous, but genuinely concerned. He moved as if to remove his fingers, but Ohtori’s hand flew down to stop it. Choutarou pressed Ryou’s hand in further as his response, making himself mewl loudly. His eyes glazed over and he gasped. “Choutarou… you’re… Ahhhh…”
“What, Shishido…san?”
“So beautiful.”
Choutarou stopped breathing for a moment as his head spun at the words. Something had sparked in him, and his heart beat faster than it did before, somehow. Shishido pulled his fingers out. Ohtori’s opening let out a wet sucking noise as they were removed, and he squeaked with the loss.
Ryou grasped one of Choutarou’s ankles and pushed it back further to allow him a better angle. But as Shishido positioned himself to enter Ohtori, the younger boy whimpered, immediately biting his lip to stifle the noise.
“A-ah… you’re… is it going… can I really…?”
“Don’t be afraid, Choutarou. I’ll stop if it hurts. Trust me…”
“I… I-I trust you, Shi-shido-san. So… don’t stop. Please.”
“Haha… remember, you asked for it.”
“Y-yes.”
He reached up to kiss Choutarou again before sliding into his lover. “Yessssssss….” Ohtori hissed, his body tightening against Shishido’s cock. It felt like the fingers, except hundreds of millions times better. He could ignore the pain through the pure pleasure he was feeling. “A-ahhh… mm… Shishido-sannnn…” He threw his arms around Ryou’s neck and pressed into the side of his neck, kissing softly at the flesh he found there. “Touch me moreeee…”
Choutarou certainly felt addicted at this point. His entire body was sensitive. One arm wrapped protectively around him, the other dancing across his dick with an amazing dexterity. The calluses on Shishido’s hands were rough and pleasurable on his twitching member, making his breath hitch and gasp at regular intervals. The older boy was biting his ear again, the feeling incredibly arousing.
Ohtori was squealing now, his body increasingly more tense on the inside. It filled Shishido with a blistering fire, his entire being feeling higher than it had ever been. His heart was exploding with ecstasy. Now he entwined his fingers into Choutarou’s, thrusting harder inside the younger boy.
He knew if he went a little deeper, he could hit that spot. Shishido stopped. “Choutarou… I…” He began quietly, looking into his darling partner’s eyes.
“Please…”
Of course he knew- they were in tandem, right? Now Ryou increased his rhythm, emboldened. He hit on the first thrust. Choutarou hugged him to his body more forcefully and moaned deafeningly. Shishido breathed sharply and thrust again, harder and faster. The bed shook under them, and Choutarou arched his back into the wall. He couldn’t open his eyes for the sheer amount of rapture he was feeling at that moment.
Experimentally, Shishido varied the pressure and speed. “Unnnhhhh… l-love you, Shishido-saaaaaa~aaann…” Choutarou pressed his lips into the space between Ryou’s collarbone and his shoulder and began to suck as he had felt Shishido do before. The older boy groaned as a hickey was left on his neck. His grip tightened on Choutarou’s cock, making the second year squeak at the pressure.
Ohtori leaned back onto the bed and let his legs fall over Shishido’s shoulders. Ryou grabbed onto Choutarou’s hip to keep his balance. Both were painfully close to climax. Shishido continued to go in and out of his boyfriend, Choutarou’s opening constantly making noises like a suction cup.
Shishido sucked in deeply.
“Aaahhh… I’m…”
“Yeah, me too…”
“Aaaa~aaannnn…” Choutarou squirmed and balled the sheets in his hands, stimulating Ryou more so that he moaned in bliss. His cock was almost completely straight up, now looking much like a geyser about to explode. The hot liquid smeared over Shishido’s hands and onto his stomach with the contact putting them both over the edge. Choutarou’s cum splattered thickly like paint, and the muscle contraction inside his ass made Ryou leak inside of the younger boy.
He pulled out, completely tired, and dropped down to clean Choutarou off. He licked his own cum from within his boyfriend, Ohtori’s opening still stretched and wide open. Choutarou squealed as Shishido left a final kiss on the swollen hole.
Choutarou took the sheets and wiped Ryou’s face down tenderly. He then pillowed his head against Shishido’s chest and sighed contentedly, rubbing against him like a cat. Shishido’s arms hung lazily about his neck in a limp embrace. The action movie’s credits rolled and they both closed their eyes.
But then Choutarou came to a realization.
“Shishido-san?”
“What is it, Choutarou?”
“I think we need another bath…”
Shishido laughed and ruffled his hair.
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