Weiss Kreuz, "Yoga," Youji/Youji, Youji/Aya, NC-17
This is for Nightwing, who wrote “Vanilla Vodka and Videos." This takes place about two weeks before her story. Queen says no one can beat her photo of Red Rook doing yoga ... I wanted to know what she was talking about.
Yoga
by Mistress Quickly
For Nightwing, whose story “Vanilla Vodka and Videos” inspired this 15 minute ficlet. This takes place about two weeks before her story. Queen says no one can beat her photo of Red Rook doing yoga ... I wanted to know what she was talking about.
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Youji slammed the bathroom door and shoved the shower curtain aside, turning the water on full-force. Checking impatiently to make sure the water temperature would neither boil nor freeze him, he turned and began tugging on his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head without bothering to unbutton it, then undoing his jeans and shoving them down his legs fast enough to leave friction burns on his hips.
Aya’s legs, spreading and lifting, each muscle and tendon shifting under all that silky skin ...
Groaning, he kicked his boxers off into the pile of clothing on the tiled floor and stepped into the warm spray. The water tickled down his body like a thousand fingers, caressing him without giving him any of the friction he desperately needed, least of all where he needed it.
That gorgeous ass, clad only in tight pants, bending and stretching, begging to be touched ...
He pushed his long, wet hair out of his eyes and grabbed a hairtie from the edge of the tub, tying a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. One of his hands wandered to his groin, wrapping around his erection and giving it a few tugs, his skin stuttering against his palm in the insufficient lubrication of the water.
Topless, those abs had been perfectly visible, so strong and defined, shifting and tensing, his navel ring teasing him as it glinted in the low light ...
Now. He needed to orgasm now. With a sigh of pleasure at the thought of release, he grabbed the bottle of conditioner the redhead used, wanting the other man’s scent on him when he came. Squeezing out a dollop into his palm, Youji wrapped his hand around his erection once again and began stroking, slowly for the first two strokes, to make sure he covered every inch, then faster, bringing to life all the sensations he’d wanted since he walked into Aya’s room ten minutes earlier.
Rocking back to flatten his back against the floor, raising his ass into the air, bent double with his legs parallel to his upper body, begging to be spread and held while Youji sank into him as deep as he could ...
He didn’t care when the bottle of conditioner hit the floor of the tub, bouncing and making a racket. He didn’t care when his feet slipped, rubbing noisily against the tub, so long as he could get into the best position. He stroked as hard as he could without turning pleasure into pain, gasping as his eyes unfocused from sensation.
Those legs-so muscular and perfect, begging to be sucked where his thigh melted perfectly into his groin-lowering slowly, tips of his toes touching the carpet, pulling his ass up to show it off perfectly ...
He did care when he heard the bathroom door open. He held his breath; his hand stilled on his erection; conditioner, water, and precum dripped around his fingers as he waited, praying for whoever it was to go away. The door clicked shut, and the air returned to its steamy stillness. He waited. Nothing.
Go away. Go away and let me finish. I need to come so bad ...
The shower curtain was pulled aside just enough, allowing Aya-perfect naked beautiful Aya-to slip inside, closing the plastic curtain behind him. Without looking at Youji, he sank to his knees, prying Youji’s hand away from his erection and stroking it a few times, gently wiping the remnants of conditioner from it. Youji gasped and watched him; entranced, aroused, and confused all at the same time.
Aya, on his knees, in the shower, touching me there, when all I want to do is come ... is this punishment or reward?
When he was satisfied that Youji was sufficiently clean, the redhead straightened a little and slid Youji’s erection into his mouth, taking it all the way to the root. Youji cried out, hand steadying him on the tiled wall, panting as Aya rocked back and forth, lips and tongue and throat massaging the entire length of the blonde’s arousal.
Too much. Watching him from the doorway, stroking myself in here thinking of him, the way he looks down there, all-wet-and-naked-and-sucking-me-I-can’t-last ...
With a strangled cry that ended in Aya’s name, Youji came, filling Aya’s mouth and dribbling down his chin and neck as he pulsed wildly, emptying every tensed bit of desire from his body. Gasping, he leaned against the wall, trying to get his eyes to focus as Aya swallowed, wiped his mouth, and stood, taking a mouthful of water from the shower spray to rinse his mouth. Smiling mysteriously at Youji through dripping strands of red hair, he pressed himself up against the blonde and kissed him gently, a soft call back to reality from the fuzz of afterglow.
“See, Yotan?” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “I told you yoga was a good way to unwind.”
Youji wrapped his arms around his lover and smiled. “As always, you were right,” he sighed.
Yoga
by Mistress Quickly
For Nightwing, whose story “Vanilla Vodka and Videos” inspired this 15 minute ficlet. This takes place about two weeks before her story. Queen says no one can beat her photo of Red Rook doing yoga ... I wanted to know what she was talking about.
~*~*~*~
Youji slammed the bathroom door and shoved the shower curtain aside, turning the water on full-force. Checking impatiently to make sure the water temperature would neither boil nor freeze him, he turned and began tugging on his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head without bothering to unbutton it, then undoing his jeans and shoving them down his legs fast enough to leave friction burns on his hips.
Aya’s legs, spreading and lifting, each muscle and tendon shifting under all that silky skin ...
Groaning, he kicked his boxers off into the pile of clothing on the tiled floor and stepped into the warm spray. The water tickled down his body like a thousand fingers, caressing him without giving him any of the friction he desperately needed, least of all where he needed it.
That gorgeous ass, clad only in tight pants, bending and stretching, begging to be touched ...
He pushed his long, wet hair out of his eyes and grabbed a hairtie from the edge of the tub, tying a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. One of his hands wandered to his groin, wrapping around his erection and giving it a few tugs, his skin stuttering against his palm in the insufficient lubrication of the water.
Topless, those abs had been perfectly visible, so strong and defined, shifting and tensing, his navel ring teasing him as it glinted in the low light ...
Now. He needed to orgasm now. With a sigh of pleasure at the thought of release, he grabbed the bottle of conditioner the redhead used, wanting the other man’s scent on him when he came. Squeezing out a dollop into his palm, Youji wrapped his hand around his erection once again and began stroking, slowly for the first two strokes, to make sure he covered every inch, then faster, bringing to life all the sensations he’d wanted since he walked into Aya’s room ten minutes earlier.
Rocking back to flatten his back against the floor, raising his ass into the air, bent double with his legs parallel to his upper body, begging to be spread and held while Youji sank into him as deep as he could ...
He didn’t care when the bottle of conditioner hit the floor of the tub, bouncing and making a racket. He didn’t care when his feet slipped, rubbing noisily against the tub, so long as he could get into the best position. He stroked as hard as he could without turning pleasure into pain, gasping as his eyes unfocused from sensation.
Those legs-so muscular and perfect, begging to be sucked where his thigh melted perfectly into his groin-lowering slowly, tips of his toes touching the carpet, pulling his ass up to show it off perfectly ...
He did care when he heard the bathroom door open. He held his breath; his hand stilled on his erection; conditioner, water, and precum dripped around his fingers as he waited, praying for whoever it was to go away. The door clicked shut, and the air returned to its steamy stillness. He waited. Nothing.
Go away. Go away and let me finish. I need to come so bad ...
The shower curtain was pulled aside just enough, allowing Aya-perfect naked beautiful Aya-to slip inside, closing the plastic curtain behind him. Without looking at Youji, he sank to his knees, prying Youji’s hand away from his erection and stroking it a few times, gently wiping the remnants of conditioner from it. Youji gasped and watched him; entranced, aroused, and confused all at the same time.
Aya, on his knees, in the shower, touching me there, when all I want to do is come ... is this punishment or reward?
When he was satisfied that Youji was sufficiently clean, the redhead straightened a little and slid Youji’s erection into his mouth, taking it all the way to the root. Youji cried out, hand steadying him on the tiled wall, panting as Aya rocked back and forth, lips and tongue and throat massaging the entire length of the blonde’s arousal.
Too much. Watching him from the doorway, stroking myself in here thinking of him, the way he looks down there, all-wet-and-naked-and-sucking-me-I-can’t-last ...
With a strangled cry that ended in Aya’s name, Youji came, filling Aya’s mouth and dribbling down his chin and neck as he pulsed wildly, emptying every tensed bit of desire from his body. Gasping, he leaned against the wall, trying to get his eyes to focus as Aya swallowed, wiped his mouth, and stood, taking a mouthful of water from the shower spray to rinse his mouth. Smiling mysteriously at Youji through dripping strands of red hair, he pressed himself up against the blonde and kissed him gently, a soft call back to reality from the fuzz of afterglow.
“See, Yotan?” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “I told you yoga was a good way to unwind.”
Youji wrapped his arms around his lover and smiled. “As always, you were right,” he sighed.