Kyou Kara Maou / Kyo Kara Maoh Kink Meme!
RULES:
- NO BASHING IN YOUR PROMPT. This includes bashing of other characters, pairings, slash, het, femslash, and even other fans in the fandom. I don't care if you have a ~BURNING HATRED!!~ for Conrad, there's no need to mention it in your prompt.
- NO KINK-SHAMING. Yes, you CAN request whatever you'd like, even things like non-con, torture, ( Read more... )
“Do you mind?” He asked as Murata gazed up at him.
“Not at all, Shibuya. Feel free...” Of course then he had to kiss that nose, so he did and Murata chuckled.
“What?” He asked.
“You, you’re cute.” Murata raised his hand and rubbed side of his cheek gently. Friendly.
“Am not.”
In response Murata drew him down and kissed him thoroughly, curling his tongue against his and he lowered himself down and Murata pushed up against him. Murata was hard and so warm and he liked it when Murata slid his hands down his back and then slid his hands around the elastic of his boxers and pushed them down.
“Hmmm...” He pulled back kicking the boxers off. Yuuri’s cock was hard. “What about you?”
“My tongue has stopped tingling,” Murata informed him gravely with a twinkle in his eyes.
“But what about....” He pulled his hand down to the edge of Murata’s pants.
“The tingling seems to have migrated.”
“Ah, what would be the solution?”
“Well, since I have a shiny new medical degree. My professional opinion is that pressure should be applied directly onto the skin immediately to help alleviate the situation.”
Yuuri nodded gravely and suppressed a smirk. It seemed like a logical thing to do, fun with good friends - what was a bit of pressure between friends?
There was some of fumbling as Yuuri helped Murata with unbuttoning and unzipping and then they ended up on their side facing each other, he was entirely naked.
He suddenly felt awkward. He really hadn’t...much experience with tingly bits....well with other people’s tingly bits. Fortunately, Murata didn’t seem to mind and he pulled him close and pushed upwards alongside him and Murata tingly bits slid against his, a nice firm pressure. Nice and solid.
“Just like that,” Murata whispered into his neck.
“Unhuh,” He agreed breathlessly. Murata was very smart.
His friend had finished his six year medical degree in only three years, that was pretty impressive. Of course Murata was smart. The very smartest of friends with nice warm skin with the scent of cologne and the faint scent of nicotine from the club that they had visited after the party. The silk shirt had remained and helped the slide as Murata hips canted up against him.
Then there was nothing but a lovely push of skin, slippery with their pre-cum. Murata kissed him again, long and slow, sweet mirroring the perfect tension that was rolling down his spine and pooling in his stomach. Yuuri moved forward further so that their cock aligned and Murata pulled him close grinding harder and faster.
All Yuuri could do was hold on. His blood was rushing and the bed creaked as the tempo increased and he moaned into Murata’s mouth, he was close, so very close.
And then he was coming, moaning against Murata’s lips, his thighs locking up as the orgasm rolled though him. Warmth spattering between them and it wasn’t much longer that Murata was coming too.
Yuuri breathed heavily, his body still trembling agreeably in the aftermath. Using the sheets he cleaned up the mess between them.
Okay, maybe a bit more than friends.
Murata brushed his hair back and gave him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
“Tingle gone?” Yuuri asked.
“Yes, but it’s an ongoing problem. Constant treatment is essential.” Murata face was sleepy and affectionate as Yuuri’s hand was held.
He snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
A hand was touched to his brow, like a blessing. He hugged Murata close and there was a whisper in his ear as Yuuri’s eyes drooped.
“Happy Graduation, my king.”
End.
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