hanafurirou book 1, chapter 3, ninth and tenth scenes
^_^ Not too much of a wait this time, as I had hoped! I've been on a bit of a Hanafurirou kick for the past several days... which mostly is because the next drama cd (based off of book 6) came out a few days ago. I still haven't gotten around to listening to it, but I'm looking forward to when I do!! (It's about Tamafuyou, who was the keisei Kagerou served and makes a bit of an appearance in book 2 ^_^ He's voiced by Yusa Kouji. ^_^_v)
So yeah, here are the next two scenes, a really short one, and an Ouichiroui pov one with some more sex and another picture. We get to see some of what Ouichirou's thinking about, so yay!
But come daybreak, Ouichirou still hadn't left.
At some point Fuki had fallen asleep, and when he opened his eyes, Ouichirou was there. He had woken up first and put on one of the yukatas laid out for use by the customers, and he was now sitting there watching Fuki sleep.
It had been a long time since Fuki last saw Ouichirou in a kimono. The casual way of wearing one suited him well, making him look even more manly and attractive.
It was already late morning.
The moment he realized Ouichirou had been watching him sleep, a wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he reflexively buried his head under the futon. Then he cautiously peeked out.
"...Y-you didn't go home?"
He couldn't help but think that maybe he was just imagining Ouichirou. Sure, he was a failure as an iroko for not seeing his customer off. But still, it was far beyond the time at which customers usually left.
"Is there a problem with me being here?"
"N-no, that's not it. It's just..."
The customer was the one who decided when to leave. An iroko could neither force him to stay, nor drive him away.
But more than anything, he was glad Ouichirou was still there. He probably would have cried had Ouichirou disappeared while he was still sleeping. He couldn't even imagine how much he would have regretted it.
"Still, staying over..." They referred to a customer remaining at the brothel into the morning as "staying over."
Hanafurirou was expensive enough as it was. Fuki could only imagine how much Ouichirou had paid for the last night. But now what was he doing about work? Didn't he have to go home?
But when he asked about it, Ouichirou's response was just, "Don't worry about it. I'll go home when I feel like it." Those words made Fuki shake, and he became too frightened to ask anything else.
It was a sort of feeling as if he had poked a stick in the bushes, and now he was scared a snake might come out. He had automatically assumed that Ouichirou was single, but he suddenly realized that he might be married, or even just dating someone. He didn't want to say anything that might make Ouichirou remember that.
He had the feeling that a single word could shatter whatever they had between them just now.
*
How many times had it been?
No matter how much he fucked Fuki, Ouichirou couldn't bear to let him go.
When he tried to escape from the futon, Ouichirou would pull him back, and do it again. And even when he pushed it that far, Fuki seemed to be unable to not respond.
He felt sorry for him whenever it seemed to be too much for him. Still, that just made him want to do it even more.
"...Uh..."
He grabbed Fuki's limp legs and spread them wide. Fuki looked tired, but that only made him appear even more inviting.
"No... more..." Fuki said for about the hundredth time.
Ouichirou ignored him.
Fuki's ass, which had still been wrapped around Ouichirou's member until just now, had loosened up slightly and was red and swollen. He was looking to make sure it hadn't torn... though that was just an excuse. Really, he just wanted to look at it.
Fuki seemed uncomfortable with his gaze and looked like he wanted to close his legs, but Ouichirou wouldn't let him. Instead, he pushed them open even wider and peered even closer.
Fuki's breath caught when he touched it.
"...Not there..."
"Does having me look turn you on?" His teasing words caused the pucker to twitch.
Fuki had been taught the pleasure that could come from that place over and over again. And now that the one who had caused that pleasure was looking at him, it seemed he just couldn't stay calm.
"......"
As Ouichirou used his fingers to stretch it, it started to get wet. The thought that it was his own fluids that were flowing back out of Fuki just now was unbearably exciting for Ouichirou.
But apparently it was equally unbearable for Fuki. His entire body had turned a shade of pink.
Fuki looked enchanting in the moonlight streaming in through the open window. His pale, almost translucent skin, contrasted beautifully with the crimson futon, the crimson kimono, and his black hair.
He wished he were the only one who had gotten a chance to see it.
"Spread your legs wider."
"...You've gotta be kidding... I can't..." Fuki snapped, as if telling him to cut it out.
"We have to get this out of you, don't we?"
"Where did you learn that...?"
He didn't learn it anywhere specific. It was just one of the bits of knowledge he had picked up to prepare for things should he ever get a chance to sleep with Fuki.
He didn't answer, though, and that seemed to give Fuki the wrong idea. Maybe he assumed that he had learned it from Kichou. Whatever the reason, he looked adorable when he was pouting.
Ouichirou wriggled his fingers around, and this caused Fuki to shove him away. Though he had been letting Ouichirou do as he pleased, now he pushed himself upright.
But Ouichirou caught his legs and pulled him back. He bent Fuki's legs back and moved his body between them. Then he reached into the drawer of the low table and pulled out the bottle of lube that had been stored in there.
"I really should be using this." He took the thick liquid and poured some on his hard shaft. He did so deliberately, as if putting on a show, and Fuki looked away, his face bright red. After he spread it around a little, he grabbed Fuki's thighs and lifted his lower half up in the air.
"Wah... no...!"
Fuki's kimono fell back to reveal the blindingly white skin of his thighs. Ouichirou then proceeded to bury himself in the hole hidden between those thighs.
"Ahhh...!" With a shudder, Fuki bent backward.
Apparently this time there was pleasure for him from the beginning. Between the fluids that remained inside of him and the lube, the passage was smooth enough that his body didn't fight Ouichirou at all.
Ouichirou spread Fuki's legs even wider and plunged in as deep as he could.
"Nnnngh...! Nnn..."
"...It already feels good, doesn't it?" For some reason, that annoyed him, and his voice wavered just a bit. "Even though I haven't moved yet."
Fuki's passage was starting to twitch, even though he had only been entered so far. Seemingly embarrassed by this, Fuki tried to control himself, but he failed.
"...You're... so tight..."
"...Haa..." Fuki looked like he was about to cry. "......"
Fuki's inner passages were clutching at the intruder. With his legs spread wide open and his lower half up on Ouichirou's knees, that seemed to be all he could do. Most likely his hips were throbbing. Looking for something to help him, his hands scrabbled across the futon before gripping at the sheets so hard it looked like he might rip them apart.
"Ahh, aaahhnn..."
Not only was he still full of Ouichirou's seed from before, but this time Ouichirou had used lube as well. It just made the wet squelching noises seem that much more lewd.
"Too much..." Fuki said, begging him to ease up.
But even though he was protesting out loud, he wouldn't really fight.
Of course he wouldn't, since Ouichirou had paid for him.
Now all he had to do was buy Fuki back and make him his own. That would finally wash away his embarrassment from two years ago. But...
Why did it feel like something was missing?
Annoyed, Ouichirou brushed away the doubts that plagued him.
So yeah, here are the next two scenes, a really short one, and an Ouichiroui pov one with some more sex and another picture. We get to see some of what Ouichirou's thinking about, so yay!
But come daybreak, Ouichirou still hadn't left.
At some point Fuki had fallen asleep, and when he opened his eyes, Ouichirou was there. He had woken up first and put on one of the yukatas laid out for use by the customers, and he was now sitting there watching Fuki sleep.
It had been a long time since Fuki last saw Ouichirou in a kimono. The casual way of wearing one suited him well, making him look even more manly and attractive.
It was already late morning.
The moment he realized Ouichirou had been watching him sleep, a wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he reflexively buried his head under the futon. Then he cautiously peeked out.
"...Y-you didn't go home?"
He couldn't help but think that maybe he was just imagining Ouichirou. Sure, he was a failure as an iroko for not seeing his customer off. But still, it was far beyond the time at which customers usually left.
"Is there a problem with me being here?"
"N-no, that's not it. It's just..."
The customer was the one who decided when to leave. An iroko could neither force him to stay, nor drive him away.
But more than anything, he was glad Ouichirou was still there. He probably would have cried had Ouichirou disappeared while he was still sleeping. He couldn't even imagine how much he would have regretted it.
"Still, staying over..." They referred to a customer remaining at the brothel into the morning as "staying over."
Hanafurirou was expensive enough as it was. Fuki could only imagine how much Ouichirou had paid for the last night. But now what was he doing about work? Didn't he have to go home?
But when he asked about it, Ouichirou's response was just, "Don't worry about it. I'll go home when I feel like it." Those words made Fuki shake, and he became too frightened to ask anything else.
It was a sort of feeling as if he had poked a stick in the bushes, and now he was scared a snake might come out. He had automatically assumed that Ouichirou was single, but he suddenly realized that he might be married, or even just dating someone. He didn't want to say anything that might make Ouichirou remember that.
He had the feeling that a single word could shatter whatever they had between them just now.
*
How many times had it been?
No matter how much he fucked Fuki, Ouichirou couldn't bear to let him go.
When he tried to escape from the futon, Ouichirou would pull him back, and do it again. And even when he pushed it that far, Fuki seemed to be unable to not respond.
He felt sorry for him whenever it seemed to be too much for him. Still, that just made him want to do it even more.
"...Uh..."
He grabbed Fuki's limp legs and spread them wide. Fuki looked tired, but that only made him appear even more inviting.
"No... more..." Fuki said for about the hundredth time.
Ouichirou ignored him.
Fuki's ass, which had still been wrapped around Ouichirou's member until just now, had loosened up slightly and was red and swollen. He was looking to make sure it hadn't torn... though that was just an excuse. Really, he just wanted to look at it.
Fuki seemed uncomfortable with his gaze and looked like he wanted to close his legs, but Ouichirou wouldn't let him. Instead, he pushed them open even wider and peered even closer.
Fuki's breath caught when he touched it.
"...Not there..."
"Does having me look turn you on?" His teasing words caused the pucker to twitch.
Fuki had been taught the pleasure that could come from that place over and over again. And now that the one who had caused that pleasure was looking at him, it seemed he just couldn't stay calm.
"......"
As Ouichirou used his fingers to stretch it, it started to get wet. The thought that it was his own fluids that were flowing back out of Fuki just now was unbearably exciting for Ouichirou.
But apparently it was equally unbearable for Fuki. His entire body had turned a shade of pink.
Fuki looked enchanting in the moonlight streaming in through the open window. His pale, almost translucent skin, contrasted beautifully with the crimson futon, the crimson kimono, and his black hair.
He wished he were the only one who had gotten a chance to see it.
"Spread your legs wider."
"...You've gotta be kidding... I can't..." Fuki snapped, as if telling him to cut it out.
"We have to get this out of you, don't we?"
"Where did you learn that...?"
He didn't learn it anywhere specific. It was just one of the bits of knowledge he had picked up to prepare for things should he ever get a chance to sleep with Fuki.
He didn't answer, though, and that seemed to give Fuki the wrong idea. Maybe he assumed that he had learned it from Kichou. Whatever the reason, he looked adorable when he was pouting.
Ouichirou wriggled his fingers around, and this caused Fuki to shove him away. Though he had been letting Ouichirou do as he pleased, now he pushed himself upright.
But Ouichirou caught his legs and pulled him back. He bent Fuki's legs back and moved his body between them. Then he reached into the drawer of the low table and pulled out the bottle of lube that had been stored in there.
"I really should be using this." He took the thick liquid and poured some on his hard shaft. He did so deliberately, as if putting on a show, and Fuki looked away, his face bright red. After he spread it around a little, he grabbed Fuki's thighs and lifted his lower half up in the air.
"Wah... no...!"
Fuki's kimono fell back to reveal the blindingly white skin of his thighs. Ouichirou then proceeded to bury himself in the hole hidden between those thighs.
"Ahhh...!" With a shudder, Fuki bent backward.
Apparently this time there was pleasure for him from the beginning. Between the fluids that remained inside of him and the lube, the passage was smooth enough that his body didn't fight Ouichirou at all.
Ouichirou spread Fuki's legs even wider and plunged in as deep as he could.
"Nnnngh...! Nnn..."
"...It already feels good, doesn't it?" For some reason, that annoyed him, and his voice wavered just a bit. "Even though I haven't moved yet."
Fuki's passage was starting to twitch, even though he had only been entered so far. Seemingly embarrassed by this, Fuki tried to control himself, but he failed.
"...You're... so tight..."
"...Haa..." Fuki looked like he was about to cry. "......"
Fuki's inner passages were clutching at the intruder. With his legs spread wide open and his lower half up on Ouichirou's knees, that seemed to be all he could do. Most likely his hips were throbbing. Looking for something to help him, his hands scrabbled across the futon before gripping at the sheets so hard it looked like he might rip them apart.
"Ahh, aaahhnn..."
Not only was he still full of Ouichirou's seed from before, but this time Ouichirou had used lube as well. It just made the wet squelching noises seem that much more lewd.
"Too much..." Fuki said, begging him to ease up.
But even though he was protesting out loud, he wouldn't really fight.
Of course he wouldn't, since Ouichirou had paid for him.
Now all he had to do was buy Fuki back and make him his own. That would finally wash away his embarrassment from two years ago. But...
Why did it feel like something was missing?
Annoyed, Ouichirou brushed away the doubts that plagued him.