HURRAH FOR MORE PRONZ
PART TWO, herp derp.
I can feel his ruby eyes on me. They glint a little, having captured some moonlight that is swimming through the window. I think I would be put off by his stare, and the fact that he’s a guy, and all that shit if he weren’t still touching me. My head is fuzzy, and I just can’t let the feeling stop. My mouth feels really fucking cold without his lips on it.
“More?” he asks.
“Why’d you even stop?” I murmur, my voice sounding too strong for the atmosphere.
“Our ten minutes are almost up.”
Then why are you still palming me?
I don’t actually say anything. I don’t want to sound… I can’t think of anything I do want to sound.
“But if you want to keep going, we can go to my apartment. Sneak out through the window? For all they know, we went to get smoothies and discuss their demise.”
I still don’t trust my words, so I slowly nod.
With another one of his rather enthusiastic smiles, he removes his hand and goes to Shinra’s bed to open the window. It’s not too cold, and there’s no traffic going by, so I don’t think the others will hear. We’ve been quiet this whole time anyway. Still, I listen nervously as he climbs out.
Then he leans on the window frame. “You coming?”
I push all of my thoughts out of my head and follow him.
It’s not very far to his apartment, thank god. We go in through his window too, and I’m glad because I’m still toting a bit of a hard-on. I’m still missing his lips and his hand, and I want to know if other parts of him can make me feel the same. Or better.
This room is arranged differently than mine and Shinra’s, because we have to step onto the floor instead of a bed. As soon as we’re both in, he pushes me hard up against the wall, his knee between my legs and his lips over mine. Meanwhile, his hands are pushing up my shirt to get at my belt, stripping it off of me, undoing my pants. I shiver a little with anticipation, and let out a harsh breath when his hands are the only thing left, peeling my pants and boxers off my legs.
I step out of them and realize neither of us was wearing shoes when we left, but then half a second later I remember it doesn’t matter because his hot breath is on the head of my cock, and-
“Ah-Ahh!” The first real noise of pleasure escapes me as he swallows my erection and sucks. I let my mouth stay open because closing it would be more of an effort. He rubs his hands up and down over my hips and my thighs, stimulating me further. “Hnn…”
Those lips that were soft before are hard and tight over my prick, puckered a little to conform to me, creating more friction. My hands go into his hair and his go between my legs, twisting and running along the sensitive insides of my thighs until one comes up to massage my balls lightly. I can’t help but to thrust lightly into his warmth. Again, he doesn’t mind, and he’s better for it.
He stops again and joins our lips together as he works on his own pants. I hear them drop, and groan when those heavenly appendages move up under my shirt, getting in contact with more of my bare skin, rubbing lightly over my nipples. I stop briefly to pull my shirt off.
He moves our hips together and I grip both of our cocks so I can start pumping them together, pleased when he hums into my mouth. When I squeeze particularly hard, he rubs the buds on my chest again, and I murmur, but don’t know if he does too. So I do it again.
He grabs my hips again and turns me before pushing me onto the bed that I barely noticed before, but am thankful for now. I’m impatient during those few seconds he reaches under his bed and flips off the lid of a shoe box to get some lube and condoms.
Oh god, this is it.
I’m going to have sex with a man.
And I’m going to enjoy it.
He climbs over me and pours a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, apparently not caring that it’s getting all over the bed covers.
And then instead of moving his hand behind himself, he goes between my legs.
I sit up abruptly. “What are you doing?”
“It’s going to hurt if I don’t-”
“-You-Wh-” I can’t even finish the thought.
He comes closer to me again, his torso just a few centimeters from my dick. I want…to touch… Any touch… My mind is fuzzy again when he leans in close to my ear and licks up my neck, sending a twitch to my hardened arousal. “Trust me,” he says, “you’ll like it.”
He tries to get me to slide down with one hand, and I can’t help but do it. I’m aching for him. On me, in me, what’s the difference? I spread my shaking legs and he holds my gaze. I’m glad at least that he isn’t scrutinizing m-Ohh that’s cold!
“Ahh! Fuck-!”
His finger slides easily into me, since it’s so thoroughly coated, but to me it feels weird. Foreign, but on the edge of something good. He moves it in and out a few times, and I can feel myself hugging it into me. After a few more pumps, he slides it out, and when it’s back in, the pressure has doubled. It starts to hurt at the very entrance, but deeper inside I feel him rubbing up against something.
I wrap my hands into the sheets, and buck a little against those two hard digits. There’s a little chuckle above me, and a third finger inside me, and there’s definitely pain, but fuck, this really does feel good. It’s hot and tingling, like every other way he’s touched me. But I want fire. I want-
“-More,” I groan.
He takes the fingers back like I knew he would so he can prepare himself. His own cock is dripping and purple under the moonlight, and…good-sized… I briefly imagine it inside of me and waves of pleasure and apprehension ripple through me.
The condom fits snugly over him, and he squeezes more lubricant over it, running it over with his hand a few times to even it out. He gently lifts my legs for access and points the tip against me.
“You ready?”
I swallow and nod. “Yeah…”
The head is at least as thick as his three fingers were, and he has to guide it in with one hand, abusing my tight hole. But once it’s in, the rest, though thicker, slides smoothly, helped along by my body.
This is definitely fire. It’s burning me, breaking me. It hurts, it hurts, it’s too much-it’s-no-Not that much!-Ahh-That spot again-Ooh…
He’s shaking a little himself.
“Ahh…Y-You’re my first virgin, Shizzy… Goddamn, you’re so tight. Try to relax a little…”
I can tell I’m clenching hard around his thick, hard, pulsing dick, but it’s so good-bad-I don’t even know what my body wants. I breathe hard and focus on my lower body, trying to loosen myself up a bit. It still hurts when I do.
My hands are still fisted in the sheets, and I’m breathing heavily, saliva leaking from my open mouth as I try to decide what I’m feeling. I can barely tell if it’s me throbbing or him, but I feel him reach down and rub my cock encouragingly. It helps a little.
“Are you-waiting for me or something?”
He tries to laugh, but only manages a breathy exhalation. “I thought I might.”
“Don’t… Just go.”
He does then, slowly, and I can hear the thick squelching of the lube between my ass and his prick. He speeds up a little with each thrust. I think he’s still going pretty slowly, but it’s a lot for me. My cock is stiff and dripping beads of sticky cum onto my stomach, and I am beginning to feel my abdomen tighten. I can’t help moaning a little. Unfamiliar sounds escape occasionally from my throat whenever he chips at a little bit of that bliss I know is there.
He speeds up more and the squelching gets sloppier, dirtier, and I can’t stop thinking of him going deeper, pressing harder. It hurts, but I want the part that doesn’t to mix with it. Bittersweet with extra sweet.
He adjusts his grip on my leg and does manage to go deeper, and this new angle sends me a few thousand rungs up the ladder. “AHHHH!” I can feel myself getting tighter again, trying to keep him pushing indefinitely up against that magic spot, but he keeps going back and forth across it, and I get closer and closer each time, but don’t quite reach it.
“Ha-F-Fas…r…” I gasp, though I don’t want to sacrifice any of the breath I want to breathe into my pleasure.
He seems to nod, or maybe it’s part of his getting yet another better grip so he can pummel me, and I feel this horrific ecstasy harden in me quickly. In the few thrusts, I come, and before my own seed is done shooting onto my torso, Izaya stiffens, but keeps thrusting as he comes. He slows down to a gentle stop and pulls out of me, releasing my legs.
I didn’t realize how tired and tense I had been until I was allowed to collapse completely onto the bed. He disposes of the condom, and tiredly lowers himself into the small space next to me.
About half-way through my panting journey back to regular breathing, I start feeling the ache and exhale hard in lieu of a sigh. It grows more apparent as we lie there, but my body is still coming down from such a strong high that it doesn’t really affect me until quite a few minutes later, when I am done panting and Izaya speaks.
“Shinra thinks I’m talking to you.”
Words don’t quite make sense yet, and I don’t understand what this means. “What?”
“He said he felt bad when you left and I said I’d try to calm you down and…”
My heart is sinking below its equilibrium point now. “…What…?”
“Tell you I was never going to do anything like that to you if you didn’t want to…”
For a few seconds, I’m pissed off again. Fucking-
But it had gone way further than the agreement (which apparently had been voided anyway)… And I could have stopped at any time…
“Fuck…” I mutter to myself, hating that I just fell into a logic trap set by myself.
“Sorry…”
“Bullshit.”
He laughs a little. “Touché.”
I can’t help a tiny smile, but it quickly drops. I’ll probably have to leave soon. I don’t know where Izaya’s roommate is, but there’s another bed, so I know he has one. The clock on the wall says it’s eleven-ish… Whoever it is will probably be back soon. I really don’t want to be discovered all naked in bed with a guy… Well, I mean, we did just fuck, but… Augh, does this mean I’m gay?! Or maybe bisexual… I don’t want to think about it right now. Dammit, how am I going to make it back without inciting a billion questions? The others have probably noticed by now that we’re gone. I don’t think the whole ‘smoothies and demise’ thing will really work. Shit, whenever I do have to leave, it’s going to be hell to walk. And oh god, how am I going to get to class tomorrow? It just figures that I have a test and a really important lecture. And classes are on the other side of campus… No fucking way am I taking my bike…
I really didn’t think this through, did I?
Goddammit.
College sucks.