Fanfiction: A Break From The Lessons (English Version)
Title: A Break From The Lessons
Fandom: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami x Akihito, Fei Long, Yoh (in the background)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: YAOI, bad language, graphic sex, AU, 18-year-old!Asami, 18-year-old!Akihito, no beta.
Summary: Akihito and Asami are high school students in the same school...
DESCLAIMER: Asami and Akihito are a creation of Yamane Ayano sensei. Mine is just a fanfiction and I make no profit from it.
First fanfiction I write for this pairing. Being a Fei Long fan I've never been fond of AxA but I chose to give it a try for once ^_- (I didn't have a beta for this, so I apologise for any errors ^_^)
I hope you'll appreciate it ^_^ comments and critics are equally welcomed ^_^
Asami Ryuichi hated history lessons.
Boring, tedious, and while the teacher kept talking about things he didn’t care about, a minute seemed like a million years.
What do I care about things in the past? He was thinking, staring into space. Ancient history is so boring…
In reality, all the lessons were boring to him.
He was a bright, intelligent student; he didn’t need teachers’ explanation to understand what was clearly written in books. The only thing that caught his interest at school was economy lessons: those, at least, focused on concrete things, problems and subjects that concerned the present and future of the Country. Asami liked attending economy classes: being the eighteen- year-old son of one of the most wealthy families in Tokyo, he knew that, after university, he would take over his father’s business, that, among other things, controlled a vast chain of hotels and night clubs all over the most important metropolises of Japan. That perspective thrilled him and, during boring hours like those of history class, his mind fantasized about what an exciting life he would lead, how much money and wealth e would gain from that florid business. Of all the advantages power and money would bring him…
In those moments, he wished for the bell of the break to ring, and to set him free from the torture of listening to the boring lessons of a boring school where he was going only to get a school-leaving certificate. And also for another, special reason…
Finally, the bell of the break rang loudly and brought him back to reality. He stood up from the chair, which had trapped him behind the desk for the previous three hours and started to walk towards the exit. He threw a vacant look at Fei Long, a beautiful Chinese boy at the second desk, who gave him intense glances every morning and turned around to watch him every once in a while during lessons.
He was beautiful, with a waterfall of long, ebony hair falling on his shoulders to the middle of his back. Everything about him was captivating and absolutely breath-taking: nobody could not notice or ignore him in a mile radius, even when he wore his common scholastic uniform. His very presence demanded attention and filled anybody’s heart with desire.
He stood up from his chair and, with his usual, elegant gait, walked towards the door. He walked past Asami and threw him a last, fleeting, provoking look and a smile before getting out of the room.
Being a boy’s school, it was well known that beautiful, feminine boys like Fei Long were the object of some other guys’ fantasies, and that horny schoolboys were all eager to satisfy their sexual needs with them.
Asami had been often tempted to have his way with the beautiful, gracious Fei Long, who showed a deep interest in him lately…
But Asami wasn’t really that interested in the seducing Chinese. He knew another extremely pretty boy, in that school, with red, fleshy lips and blond hair, who surely was far better than any other bitch-boy he had ever had and would have in his whole life…
Instead, Yoh, his best friend and classmate, had fallen prey of Fei Long’s intoxicating beauty.
Well… to say he had fallen prey was a euphemism: he had totally lost his head for that Chinese young man.
When Fei Long walked past him and Asami, Yoh’s head, always low, suddenly raised, and his eyes, hidden behind the curtain of his jet-black hair, blinked in ecstasy at that ravishing boy, who totally ignored him. Yoh was hoping to gain his attention some day, but Fei Long only had eyes for Asami. And sadly, compared to Asami, Yoh knew he couldn’t stand a chance with Fei Long.
Asami watched his friend, so desperate and hopeless, and sighed. “Are you going to go and talk to him some day or are you just waiting for him to magically notice you, Yoh?” he said with sarcasm.
Yoh turned his head a bit towards Asami, with an expressionless face. “He’ll never look at me, Asami. He likes you,” he admitted with a sad note in his voice.
“He’s nice… but there’s much better around” Asami answered with nonchalance. To him, it was true.
Yoh looked horrified at those words, as if Asami had just said a blasphemy. “Who’re you talking a-“
“I don’t have time to waste with him,” Asami interrupted him. Then pretended to watch the time on the big clock on the wall. “Sorry, but now I must go. See you later, Yoh,” he said, willing to go away. He said goodbye with a nod and walked out of the room.
When he stepped into the corridor he took a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one and inhaled deeply, tasting the intense, acrid taste of nicotine on his tongue.
He was forbidden to smoke at school, but right after such a boring lesson, Asami just needed a few cigarettes to recover his good mood.
He was aware that he was breaking a rule, but he didn’t care. In his school, practically nobody bothered to respect the rules, and nobody seemed to notice his disobedience anyway. Teachers were so dotty that Asami could even jerk off during lessons and come all over his desk: those sleepyheads would never notice it. He kept smoking, ignoring the glare a fat, short caretaker threw him when he walked past her.
“Hey, boy, you can’t smoke here!”
He shot a deadly glare at her, one that clearly said “shut up, you old bitch”. She left, indignant at him. Asami snorted. He didn’t like being given orders.
He kept walking along the corridor and smoking, as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, he had reached the boys’ restroom, and his eyes filled with passion and lust when, raising his head, he saw him.
The boy, the object of his desires, was named Takaba Akihito.
A tall, skinny guy, with rebel, wild strands of blond hair that fell on his forehead and encircled his pretty face. A face that looked like an angel’s.
He was marvellous, and with a pair of fleshy, purple, sensual lips, apparently useless for a male, but only Asami knew how much pleasure they could give.
His eyes, as big and blue as the ocean, gave him a touch of childish innocence. Yet, the vivid spark that shone into his irises was a clear symbol of wildness, vitality, strength. His apparent impudence, the secure and light-hearted look on his face, his moves, and even the position he assumed when, like in that moment, he leaned against the wall, made him look gorgeous, irresistible.
The kind of boy Asami liked and the one he had made his most prized possession.
Takaba Akihito…mine… Asami thought, as a smile started to form at the corner of his mouth. The only sight of his beautiful lover was enough to make desire and lust grow into him. In moments like those, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him and take him to bed…
To bed… Their “bed” was one of the toilet boxes. It was a bit uncomfortable and dreary, but it was the only place where they could be together undisturbed.
Lately he’s trying to run away, avoid me… Tsk… that stubborn brat needs to be taught some discipline… today. Today he won’t run away again… Time for innocent games has ended…he doesn’t know what I have in store for him today…
These and other thoughts, more perverted and malicious, were taking form in his mind as he walked towards the guy who, raising his head, recognised him.
“Hey, Takaba!” Asami called out, giving the boy a nod and a haughty smile, which Akihito returned with much more sweetness and innocence, lowering his eyes a bit as his pale cheeks turned slightly red.
“Are you going to come here and say “hello” or just stay there all day?” Asami said playfully.
When Akihito came close enough, Asami grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the fortunately desert toilet. They went right into the first box they saw and Asami locked the door.
“Asami, what the hell are you doing? Why did you drag me here?” Akihito asked, confused.
Asami gave him a sly smile. “Well, it’s simple. Because out there I can’t do this.”
And, saying so, he took the boy’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Akihito tried to fight him at first, but after a few moments, he gave in, relaxing into the kiss and opening his mouth to Asami’s. Their tongues started a passionate fight of domination and submission, and finally, as always, Asami took control, intensely exploring and savouring Akihito’s mouth, guiding their kiss with sweetness, then passion, then even violence. Finally, after biting hard on Akihito’s lower lip, he pulled away.
“Asami… maybe now we should stop…” Akihito murmured when Asami started to caress his chest.
“Too late, I’m horny” Asami said, shaking his head and smiling maliciously. As if to mark is words, he rubbed his erection on Takaba’s, which was as hard as his own. Akihito faked demureness and tried to evade Asami’s silent request. He started to struggle, but Asami held him still, imprisoning him with his back pressed against the wall.
“Asami… I have to go…” he protested.
“Aaah, shut up. And put that mouth of yours to a better use…”
Asami made him kneel down with some difficulty in the narrow space of that small box, and started to undo his own trousers. Akihito slid his hand into Asami’s underwear, taking hold of his hard erection, then pulled it out and started to stroke it slowly, while licking and sucking on the head.
Then he stopped using his hands and enveloped Asami’s member into his hot, inviting mouth. At first he sucked at a slow pace, making his lips smack and tightening them around Asami’s length, driving him crazy with want to the point that Asami had to bite hard on his lips to prevent groans and loud moans of pleasure from coming out.
Looking up for a moment, Akihito studied Asami’s face: his lover had his eyes shut and a drop of blood was trickling down his chin from the corner of his lips; his expression was a masque of pleasure and Akihito felt proud of himself. He speeded up, opening his mouth as wide as he could and taking him completely, making Asami’s member slide deep down his throat, then back, to repeat the process on and on, faster and faster.
Asami’s hands were on his head, roughly pulling his hair to guide him back and forth, helping him in the movement. The pace became more and more erratic, and Asami was soon pushed through the limit. He came hard with a repressed groan, flooding Akihito’s mouth with his hot seed, which Akihito didn’t hesitate to swallow. Part of that salty, whitish liquid dropped from his mouth to his chin, and when he got up, Asami wiped it away with his lips.
Then he started to lick Akihito’s exposed neck and tugged at the buttons of his shirt to hungrily adventure on his pale and skinny chest. He bit lightly on his nipples and, after licking and tugging them, making Akihito moan quietly, he finally pulled away, a sly grin on his lips.
Asami made Akihito turn around, pressing him against the wall, trapping him between the cold tiles and his own hot body.
“What do you want to do?” Akihito asked, with a hint of alarm in his voice, as Asami started to kiss and bite his neck and his half-covered shoulders, rubbing his new, engorged erection against Akihito’s buttocks.
“Well, as long as we’re here, I guess I might just… take you?” It sounded more like an affirmation than a proposal, while Asami was already sliding his trousers and underwear down Akihito’s thin legs.
Akihito shuddered and shook his head a little. “Asami… we are late… our teachers are going to…”
“The hell with our teachers”, Asami answered roughly. “I’m fucking you right now.”
“Wha-? Let me go, Asami!” Akihito protested, his voice clearly pervaded of anxiety.
“It’s been three fucking weeks, Takaba. I’m not listening to your excuses this time” Asami said with arrogance, stroking and gripping Akihito’s bony hips. “Come on, you know you love it”.
Akihito shuddered, biting hard on his lower lip, as Asami’s hand started to stroke his erection. He did not want to show Asami how much he liked being treated like his sex toy, his property, but it was impossible to deny the pleasure Asami gave him every time, even just with his hands, and Akihito finally gave in, moaning loudly.
Asami smiled triumphantly with satisfaction.
Soon Asami’s fingers were on his lover’s entrance, touching, penetrating, preparing Akihito for what would soon follow.
Then he positioned himself on Akihito’s tight opening: his erection was still wet with sperm and saliva, and Asami hoped it would be enough for the penetration to be less painful for Akihito. There wasn’t time for gentleness and a long preparation.
He entered him with a sharp thrust, pulling a loud cry of pain from Akihito.
“Shut up, Takaba. They’ll hear us.”
Asami covered his mouth with one hand, trying to make Akihito’s moans less audible. Then he pushed all the way in, burying himself into his lover. He groaned at the incredible feel of Akihito tightening around him, accepting him into his body: a mind-blowing sensation which always threatened to make him lose control and trap his mind into the abysses of lust. It felt too good, and now that he was finally able to hold Akihito into his arms, to be inside him again after so many days of abstinence, the pleasure had grown even more intense.
Without waiting, without being able to wait, he started to move at a rough pace, each time hitting Akihito’s buttocks with his hips, letting low and sensual groans of pure pleasure out of his throat as he mercilessly increased the speed of his thrusts.
All the while Akihito was biting hard on his lower lip to hold back his screams of pain, and was scratching the wall with his nails, clinging desperately to anything he could lay his hands on, as Asami kept mercilessly thrusting deep inside his tight and hot body.
“Aaah…fuck…” Asami groaned, in pleasure, and Akihito felt rage build up into him, while his body felt like it was being torn in two.
“Bastard…” he hissed, holding back the tears.
Asami let out a little laugh of amusement. His Akihito was always so stubborn…taking him was like trying to catch the wind. He thought he could imprison him for a brief instant, but then he kept running away from his clutches. He was an unreachable force, which Asami could taste in all its glory only in the moments he had him writhing under him, screaming and moaning because of him.
And the knowledge of being the only one able to catch and submit that free and wild spirit thrilled him incredibly.
My graceful Akihito… only mine… he thought, biting his lips in an attempt not to speak those words aloud.
The rhythm of his thrusts increased, his member reaching deep inside Akihito’s body, turning the boy’s cries into moans of ravaging pleasure and pain.
Akihito’s body was overcome by hot shivers and the most delighted sounds left his half-parted lips, sounds that were silenced by Asami’s hand, that was still on his mouth, while Asami kept pounding into his lover, his lips attached to Akihito’s neck.
They reached a sharp, irreverent, brutal rhythm, Asami thrusting hard and fast into his beloved, Akihito pushing his hips back to meet Asami’s powerful thrusts.
Asami smiled wickedly against the tender skin of Akihito’s neck, and his other hand, the one that wasn’t on Akihito’s mouth to hold back his moans, moved on Akihito’s painfully hard erection and started to masturbate it at the same rhythm of his forceful thrusts.
After a few more minutes of frantic thrusts and repressed groans, they both came, together, Asami biting hard on Akihito’s neck, muffling his low groan against his skin, and gripping Akihito’s hips with bruising strength; Akihito biting hard on his lower lip to prevent a loud scream to come out, and clinging desperately to the cold tiles.
They relaxed, exhausted, against the wall, breathing heavily, still dizzy from the pleasure they had just shared.
After getting their breaths back, Asami finally pulled out of the hot body of his beloved, and they started to get dressed again. They shared a last, quick kiss, and then Asami started to walk in no hurry towards his classroom, his gait and expression like one’s who’s just found Heaven and doesn’t want to leave for any reason.
Instead, it took Akihito longer to find again his balance on his unsteady and aching legs, and when he was able to stand, he went to his classroom as fast as he could.
When Asami entered his classroom the lesson had already started. He ignored his teacher’s annoyed cough and sat down on his chair, at the bottom of the room.
Fei Long was smiling sweetly at him, and Asami turned his gaze to him. He also had a dreaming smile on his face, but not for the beautiful Chinese boy.
After a few minutes, Yoh brought him back to reality with a nudge.
His best friend looked carefully at his delighted face, immediately noticing the eye contact between him and Fei Long.
“Hey, did you fuck Fei?” he asked with a hint of disappointment and envy in his voice, observing his friend’s satisfied expression.
Asami rolled his eyes, a sly grin on his lips.
“No, Yoh…Better. Much better.”
Fandom: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami x Akihito, Fei Long, Yoh (in the background)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: YAOI, bad language, graphic sex, AU, 18-year-old!Asami, 18-year-old!Akihito, no beta.
Summary: Akihito and Asami are high school students in the same school...
DESCLAIMER: Asami and Akihito are a creation of Yamane Ayano sensei. Mine is just a fanfiction and I make no profit from it.
First fanfiction I write for this pairing. Being a Fei Long fan I've never been fond of AxA but I chose to give it a try for once ^_- (I didn't have a beta for this, so I apologise for any errors ^_^)
I hope you'll appreciate it ^_^ comments and critics are equally welcomed ^_^
Asami Ryuichi hated history lessons.
Boring, tedious, and while the teacher kept talking about things he didn’t care about, a minute seemed like a million years.
What do I care about things in the past? He was thinking, staring into space. Ancient history is so boring…
In reality, all the lessons were boring to him.
He was a bright, intelligent student; he didn’t need teachers’ explanation to understand what was clearly written in books. The only thing that caught his interest at school was economy lessons: those, at least, focused on concrete things, problems and subjects that concerned the present and future of the Country. Asami liked attending economy classes: being the eighteen- year-old son of one of the most wealthy families in Tokyo, he knew that, after university, he would take over his father’s business, that, among other things, controlled a vast chain of hotels and night clubs all over the most important metropolises of Japan. That perspective thrilled him and, during boring hours like those of history class, his mind fantasized about what an exciting life he would lead, how much money and wealth e would gain from that florid business. Of all the advantages power and money would bring him…
In those moments, he wished for the bell of the break to ring, and to set him free from the torture of listening to the boring lessons of a boring school where he was going only to get a school-leaving certificate. And also for another, special reason…
Finally, the bell of the break rang loudly and brought him back to reality. He stood up from the chair, which had trapped him behind the desk for the previous three hours and started to walk towards the exit. He threw a vacant look at Fei Long, a beautiful Chinese boy at the second desk, who gave him intense glances every morning and turned around to watch him every once in a while during lessons.
He was beautiful, with a waterfall of long, ebony hair falling on his shoulders to the middle of his back. Everything about him was captivating and absolutely breath-taking: nobody could not notice or ignore him in a mile radius, even when he wore his common scholastic uniform. His very presence demanded attention and filled anybody’s heart with desire.
He stood up from his chair and, with his usual, elegant gait, walked towards the door. He walked past Asami and threw him a last, fleeting, provoking look and a smile before getting out of the room.
Being a boy’s school, it was well known that beautiful, feminine boys like Fei Long were the object of some other guys’ fantasies, and that horny schoolboys were all eager to satisfy their sexual needs with them.
Asami had been often tempted to have his way with the beautiful, gracious Fei Long, who showed a deep interest in him lately…
But Asami wasn’t really that interested in the seducing Chinese. He knew another extremely pretty boy, in that school, with red, fleshy lips and blond hair, who surely was far better than any other bitch-boy he had ever had and would have in his whole life…
Instead, Yoh, his best friend and classmate, had fallen prey of Fei Long’s intoxicating beauty.
Well… to say he had fallen prey was a euphemism: he had totally lost his head for that Chinese young man.
When Fei Long walked past him and Asami, Yoh’s head, always low, suddenly raised, and his eyes, hidden behind the curtain of his jet-black hair, blinked in ecstasy at that ravishing boy, who totally ignored him. Yoh was hoping to gain his attention some day, but Fei Long only had eyes for Asami. And sadly, compared to Asami, Yoh knew he couldn’t stand a chance with Fei Long.
Asami watched his friend, so desperate and hopeless, and sighed. “Are you going to go and talk to him some day or are you just waiting for him to magically notice you, Yoh?” he said with sarcasm.
Yoh turned his head a bit towards Asami, with an expressionless face. “He’ll never look at me, Asami. He likes you,” he admitted with a sad note in his voice.
“He’s nice… but there’s much better around” Asami answered with nonchalance. To him, it was true.
Yoh looked horrified at those words, as if Asami had just said a blasphemy. “Who’re you talking a-“
“I don’t have time to waste with him,” Asami interrupted him. Then pretended to watch the time on the big clock on the wall. “Sorry, but now I must go. See you later, Yoh,” he said, willing to go away. He said goodbye with a nod and walked out of the room.
When he stepped into the corridor he took a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one and inhaled deeply, tasting the intense, acrid taste of nicotine on his tongue.
He was forbidden to smoke at school, but right after such a boring lesson, Asami just needed a few cigarettes to recover his good mood.
He was aware that he was breaking a rule, but he didn’t care. In his school, practically nobody bothered to respect the rules, and nobody seemed to notice his disobedience anyway. Teachers were so dotty that Asami could even jerk off during lessons and come all over his desk: those sleepyheads would never notice it. He kept smoking, ignoring the glare a fat, short caretaker threw him when he walked past her.
“Hey, boy, you can’t smoke here!”
He shot a deadly glare at her, one that clearly said “shut up, you old bitch”. She left, indignant at him. Asami snorted. He didn’t like being given orders.
He kept walking along the corridor and smoking, as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, he had reached the boys’ restroom, and his eyes filled with passion and lust when, raising his head, he saw him.
The boy, the object of his desires, was named Takaba Akihito.
A tall, skinny guy, with rebel, wild strands of blond hair that fell on his forehead and encircled his pretty face. A face that looked like an angel’s.
He was marvellous, and with a pair of fleshy, purple, sensual lips, apparently useless for a male, but only Asami knew how much pleasure they could give.
His eyes, as big and blue as the ocean, gave him a touch of childish innocence. Yet, the vivid spark that shone into his irises was a clear symbol of wildness, vitality, strength. His apparent impudence, the secure and light-hearted look on his face, his moves, and even the position he assumed when, like in that moment, he leaned against the wall, made him look gorgeous, irresistible.
The kind of boy Asami liked and the one he had made his most prized possession.
Takaba Akihito…mine… Asami thought, as a smile started to form at the corner of his mouth. The only sight of his beautiful lover was enough to make desire and lust grow into him. In moments like those, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him and take him to bed…
To bed… Their “bed” was one of the toilet boxes. It was a bit uncomfortable and dreary, but it was the only place where they could be together undisturbed.
Lately he’s trying to run away, avoid me… Tsk… that stubborn brat needs to be taught some discipline… today. Today he won’t run away again… Time for innocent games has ended…he doesn’t know what I have in store for him today…
These and other thoughts, more perverted and malicious, were taking form in his mind as he walked towards the guy who, raising his head, recognised him.
“Hey, Takaba!” Asami called out, giving the boy a nod and a haughty smile, which Akihito returned with much more sweetness and innocence, lowering his eyes a bit as his pale cheeks turned slightly red.
“Are you going to come here and say “hello” or just stay there all day?” Asami said playfully.
When Akihito came close enough, Asami grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the fortunately desert toilet. They went right into the first box they saw and Asami locked the door.
“Asami, what the hell are you doing? Why did you drag me here?” Akihito asked, confused.
Asami gave him a sly smile. “Well, it’s simple. Because out there I can’t do this.”
And, saying so, he took the boy’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Akihito tried to fight him at first, but after a few moments, he gave in, relaxing into the kiss and opening his mouth to Asami’s. Their tongues started a passionate fight of domination and submission, and finally, as always, Asami took control, intensely exploring and savouring Akihito’s mouth, guiding their kiss with sweetness, then passion, then even violence. Finally, after biting hard on Akihito’s lower lip, he pulled away.
“Asami… maybe now we should stop…” Akihito murmured when Asami started to caress his chest.
“Too late, I’m horny” Asami said, shaking his head and smiling maliciously. As if to mark is words, he rubbed his erection on Takaba’s, which was as hard as his own. Akihito faked demureness and tried to evade Asami’s silent request. He started to struggle, but Asami held him still, imprisoning him with his back pressed against the wall.
“Asami… I have to go…” he protested.
“Aaah, shut up. And put that mouth of yours to a better use…”
Asami made him kneel down with some difficulty in the narrow space of that small box, and started to undo his own trousers. Akihito slid his hand into Asami’s underwear, taking hold of his hard erection, then pulled it out and started to stroke it slowly, while licking and sucking on the head.
Then he stopped using his hands and enveloped Asami’s member into his hot, inviting mouth. At first he sucked at a slow pace, making his lips smack and tightening them around Asami’s length, driving him crazy with want to the point that Asami had to bite hard on his lips to prevent groans and loud moans of pleasure from coming out.
Looking up for a moment, Akihito studied Asami’s face: his lover had his eyes shut and a drop of blood was trickling down his chin from the corner of his lips; his expression was a masque of pleasure and Akihito felt proud of himself. He speeded up, opening his mouth as wide as he could and taking him completely, making Asami’s member slide deep down his throat, then back, to repeat the process on and on, faster and faster.
Asami’s hands were on his head, roughly pulling his hair to guide him back and forth, helping him in the movement. The pace became more and more erratic, and Asami was soon pushed through the limit. He came hard with a repressed groan, flooding Akihito’s mouth with his hot seed, which Akihito didn’t hesitate to swallow. Part of that salty, whitish liquid dropped from his mouth to his chin, and when he got up, Asami wiped it away with his lips.
Then he started to lick Akihito’s exposed neck and tugged at the buttons of his shirt to hungrily adventure on his pale and skinny chest. He bit lightly on his nipples and, after licking and tugging them, making Akihito moan quietly, he finally pulled away, a sly grin on his lips.
Asami made Akihito turn around, pressing him against the wall, trapping him between the cold tiles and his own hot body.
“What do you want to do?” Akihito asked, with a hint of alarm in his voice, as Asami started to kiss and bite his neck and his half-covered shoulders, rubbing his new, engorged erection against Akihito’s buttocks.
“Well, as long as we’re here, I guess I might just… take you?” It sounded more like an affirmation than a proposal, while Asami was already sliding his trousers and underwear down Akihito’s thin legs.
Akihito shuddered and shook his head a little. “Asami… we are late… our teachers are going to…”
“The hell with our teachers”, Asami answered roughly. “I’m fucking you right now.”
“Wha-? Let me go, Asami!” Akihito protested, his voice clearly pervaded of anxiety.
“It’s been three fucking weeks, Takaba. I’m not listening to your excuses this time” Asami said with arrogance, stroking and gripping Akihito’s bony hips. “Come on, you know you love it”.
Akihito shuddered, biting hard on his lower lip, as Asami’s hand started to stroke his erection. He did not want to show Asami how much he liked being treated like his sex toy, his property, but it was impossible to deny the pleasure Asami gave him every time, even just with his hands, and Akihito finally gave in, moaning loudly.
Asami smiled triumphantly with satisfaction.
Soon Asami’s fingers were on his lover’s entrance, touching, penetrating, preparing Akihito for what would soon follow.
Then he positioned himself on Akihito’s tight opening: his erection was still wet with sperm and saliva, and Asami hoped it would be enough for the penetration to be less painful for Akihito. There wasn’t time for gentleness and a long preparation.
He entered him with a sharp thrust, pulling a loud cry of pain from Akihito.
“Shut up, Takaba. They’ll hear us.”
Asami covered his mouth with one hand, trying to make Akihito’s moans less audible. Then he pushed all the way in, burying himself into his lover. He groaned at the incredible feel of Akihito tightening around him, accepting him into his body: a mind-blowing sensation which always threatened to make him lose control and trap his mind into the abysses of lust. It felt too good, and now that he was finally able to hold Akihito into his arms, to be inside him again after so many days of abstinence, the pleasure had grown even more intense.
Without waiting, without being able to wait, he started to move at a rough pace, each time hitting Akihito’s buttocks with his hips, letting low and sensual groans of pure pleasure out of his throat as he mercilessly increased the speed of his thrusts.
All the while Akihito was biting hard on his lower lip to hold back his screams of pain, and was scratching the wall with his nails, clinging desperately to anything he could lay his hands on, as Asami kept mercilessly thrusting deep inside his tight and hot body.
“Aaah…fuck…” Asami groaned, in pleasure, and Akihito felt rage build up into him, while his body felt like it was being torn in two.
“Bastard…” he hissed, holding back the tears.
Asami let out a little laugh of amusement. His Akihito was always so stubborn…taking him was like trying to catch the wind. He thought he could imprison him for a brief instant, but then he kept running away from his clutches. He was an unreachable force, which Asami could taste in all its glory only in the moments he had him writhing under him, screaming and moaning because of him.
And the knowledge of being the only one able to catch and submit that free and wild spirit thrilled him incredibly.
My graceful Akihito… only mine… he thought, biting his lips in an attempt not to speak those words aloud.
The rhythm of his thrusts increased, his member reaching deep inside Akihito’s body, turning the boy’s cries into moans of ravaging pleasure and pain.
Akihito’s body was overcome by hot shivers and the most delighted sounds left his half-parted lips, sounds that were silenced by Asami’s hand, that was still on his mouth, while Asami kept pounding into his lover, his lips attached to Akihito’s neck.
They reached a sharp, irreverent, brutal rhythm, Asami thrusting hard and fast into his beloved, Akihito pushing his hips back to meet Asami’s powerful thrusts.
Asami smiled wickedly against the tender skin of Akihito’s neck, and his other hand, the one that wasn’t on Akihito’s mouth to hold back his moans, moved on Akihito’s painfully hard erection and started to masturbate it at the same rhythm of his forceful thrusts.
After a few more minutes of frantic thrusts and repressed groans, they both came, together, Asami biting hard on Akihito’s neck, muffling his low groan against his skin, and gripping Akihito’s hips with bruising strength; Akihito biting hard on his lower lip to prevent a loud scream to come out, and clinging desperately to the cold tiles.
They relaxed, exhausted, against the wall, breathing heavily, still dizzy from the pleasure they had just shared.
After getting their breaths back, Asami finally pulled out of the hot body of his beloved, and they started to get dressed again. They shared a last, quick kiss, and then Asami started to walk in no hurry towards his classroom, his gait and expression like one’s who’s just found Heaven and doesn’t want to leave for any reason.
Instead, it took Akihito longer to find again his balance on his unsteady and aching legs, and when he was able to stand, he went to his classroom as fast as he could.
When Asami entered his classroom the lesson had already started. He ignored his teacher’s annoyed cough and sat down on his chair, at the bottom of the room.
Fei Long was smiling sweetly at him, and Asami turned his gaze to him. He also had a dreaming smile on his face, but not for the beautiful Chinese boy.
After a few minutes, Yoh brought him back to reality with a nudge.
His best friend looked carefully at his delighted face, immediately noticing the eye contact between him and Fei Long.
“Hey, did you fuck Fei?” he asked with a hint of disappointment and envy in his voice, observing his friend’s satisfied expression.
Asami rolled his eyes, a sly grin on his lips.
“No, Yoh…Better. Much better.”