Taito - PWP NC-17
Yamato opened the door to a dark apartment and sighed. Was it realy too much to ask for Taichi to leave the light on when he left? The blond walked in, letting the door shut behind him as he extended an arm towards the wall, hoping to find the light switch. What his hand encountered instead was warm skin. His hand was grabbed and he felt himself pulled forward. He didn't resist as he tumbled against a strong chest--bare-- and felt arms come up around him.
"I take it you miss me?" he asked dryly. His answer was a mouth crushing down on his own, hands sliding down his back until they reached his ass, where they cupped either cheek and lifted him against his aggressor. He moaned against Taichi's mouth and wrapped his legs around his lover, quickly returning the greeting with a proper 'hello' of his own.
He grunted when Taichi pressed him against the wall. His mouth was abandoned as Taichi trailed kisses down his jaw, his neck, and along the collar of his shirt. Taichi was rocking his body against Yamato's in the embrace of the blond's legs and Yamato fisted his hands in Taichi's hair and held on as he was ravaged.
"Taichi," he moaned the name as Taichi's hands pushed his shirt up, and work-roughened fingertips slid across the skin of Yamato's sides, pushing the shirt up further and further still, until it was bunched under his arms. The lips left him then, for the second it took Taichi to dip his head lower, going to the uncovered skin to be found lower. Thumbs brushed across Yamato's nipples, making him jump and whimper. Then Taichi's lips found one of the nubs, and the sudden presence of warm-wet sucking and nipping had Yamato quivering and hissing Taichi's name.
The blond wasn't paying attention as Taichi's hands drifted lower again, hooking under his knees. The mouth working his chest was enough of a distraction, until he felt Taichi lifting him higher, his back sliding along the wall. Experimentally, Yamato reached up and pressed one hand against the ceiling. He loosened his legs enough for Taichi to heft him up, until he was wrapped around Taichi's stomach and the brunet could press his mouth against Yamato's chest without arching his back painfully to manage it.
Yamato rocked his groin against the hard-planes of Taichi's body, feeling the other man's heat through the material of his jeans. The friction was delightful, but not enough and he pulled Taichi's head closer as the brunet licked a path along the underside of Yamato's ribs. "Please," he whimpered, wanting more.
Taichi pulled back and let go of Yamato's legs so the blond slid lower again, slowly, the rub of his crotch against Taichi's body almost painful. "What do you want, Yamato?"
"Fuck me, please," he begged searching for and finding Taichi's mouth with his own, hands cupping Taichi's head. Taichi growled against his mouth, then grabbed Yamato's ass again as he stepped away from the wall. Yamato laughed as the stumbled for a moment, and then yelped as he felt them falling. He unwrapped his legs as quickly as possible and let Taichi take the brunt of the fall.
"Shit," Taichi muttered. "That ruins the moment. Sorry." Yamato grinned as he straddled Taichi and leaned over him. They had fallen in front of the archway to the kitchen, and the automatic nightlight by the sink was illuminating them in places where it could shine around the tables and chairs.
"For what?" Yamato asked. He ground himself against Taichi's body, an arm on either side of the brunet's head, his own back arching as he moaned in pleasure. Taichi seemed to catch on quickly and his lack of grace was forgotten as he grabbed Yamato's hips and rocked up, setting the motion even from underneath. Yamato sat up and back, letting Taichi control the rhythm of friction. "We should- uhn- get naked and do this right."
Taichi growled in response and flipped them over, knocking Yamato's head against the floor because there was no warning. "Sorry," he apologized again quickly, bringing his hand up to Yamato's head to check the damage.
"You are such a-" Taichi cut off the words with a kiss, mouth open and tongue taking a swipe at Yamato's lips before pushing in and taking a taste of Yamato's mouth. Yamato put his hands on Taichi's shoulders and tugged, urging him to bring his body lower, press it against Yamato's body. Taichi complied and lowered himself, until he was pressing Yamato's body into the floor.
The kissing was deep and long, and after a while of Taichi doing nothing more than kissing, Yamato began to get restless. He shifted under Taichi, raising one leg off the floor to wrap it around Taichi's leg. The extra weight and the fact that Yamato was writhing beneath him finally seemed to remind Taichi of what he'd been doing before he'd gotten distracted by Yamato's mouth, and he pulled back. Yamato mewled in protest, back and shoulders raising from the floor as his lips seek out Taichi's again.
He laughed, a sound that is at once arouse and amused. Since those are two states Taichi was perpetually in, Yamato knew it well, and he let himself drop back onto the floor to pout of at his lover. They stared at each other in the dim light from the kitchen, and then Yamato crossed his arms over his chest, since Taichi had lifted himself up and away. "Will you get to the sex part now, or should I make some popcorn while I wait?"
Taichi's face creased into a grin and by the sudden tightening of his jaw, Yamato knew he was biting back laughter. A second later, most likely when he was under control again, Taichi finally responded with, "Well, I -am- kind of hungry."
Yamato growled and pushed up suddenly, reversing their positions so he was once again over Taichi, still stradding, so his leg was then trapped under Taichi's lower body. "Listen here, buddy. You were doing really good with this form of hello before you fell on your ass. And since you took me down with you, I expect you to make it up to me, not torment me for something that is -your- fault."
"Oh, really? I should probably reward you for falling with me, then, huh?" Taichi's grin changed form, becoming smaller but more dangerous, as his eyes heated up. He put a hand on each of Yamato's thighs, fingers splayed and the thumbs resting close to Yamato's crotch. Not close enough, but when he flexed his fingers, it made Yamato's spine tingle.
"A reward would be nice," Yamato responded, voice slightly breathless.
Taichi lifted his right hand and placed it on Yamato's crotch, fingers still parted so that he can feel the curved length and width of Yamato's cock through his pants. The other hand grabbed a fistful of Yamato's shirt and pulled the blond down again.
They didn't kiss. Instead, Taichi pulled Yamato's shirt up and tugged on it pointedly. Yamato put his hands up, resting his lower body on Taichi's and letting his legs support him as he leaned forward. The shirt came off, and Yamato tugged on Taichi's in return. It took a little more work, with Taichi raising off the floor, his stomach muscles clenching as he held the position and threw his shirt in the direction of the living room.
Pants would have to come next, but that would mean stopping the grinding they were currently doing, and Yamato for one didn't want to stop. Taichi, however, seemed quite able to withstand the agony of halting, as his hands gripped Yamato's hips and lifted him up. Up and away, and then they were somehow both kneeling as Taichi was kissing him again, hands working the fastening on Yamato's pants with something less than skill.
Yamato squeaked in surprise as Taichi's hand suddenly plunged into his pants, not waiting until the zipper was all the way down. The tightness of his pants and the size of Taichi's hand made the fit tight. Long fingers curled into the silk of his boxers, encircling him partially. Taichi murmured something against his lips, but the hand on his cock made his blood thunder through his veins and pound in his ears, and Yamato missed it as he pressed his hips forward, into Taichi's grip.
"Your pants, push them down," Taichi instructed roughly, breaking the kiss long enough to speak coherently. Yamato growled and leaned forward again, even as he pushed his pants down and gave Taichi better access to his prick. "Fuck, yes," Taichi groaned. His hand twisted and pulled away, only to dive over the top of the boxers. Skin on skin, and his hand was firm and warm, rough and rough-skinned.
The blond gave a cry and shuddered, back arching to push himself harder into that touch, hands reaching out but grasping nothing. "Tai-" His voice cut off as Taichi jerked him off, his hand moving up and down Yamato's shaft with familiarity. It wasn't tender or gentle, but quick and hard, and Yamato came with another cry, body swaying forward into Taichi's arms. "Hell, yes."
It wasn't over. As he rested against Taichi, Yamato could feel the tension in the brunet's body, could hear the rapid breathing. Then Taichi was getting up. Yamato started to protest, but found himself lifted before he could say anything. This time, Taichi managed to get them into the bedroom.
Yamato was set gently on the floor, and he wondered why there and not on the bed. Taichi knelt down and pulled Yamato's pants down, answering the unspoken question. He stood again and stripped his own pants off, freeing his erection as he kicked the last of the material away. Yamato smirked at him. "You -were- happy to see me."
With a growl, Taichi lunged at him and they fell to the bed in a heap. It was a softer landing than the floor had been, and Yamato was on the bottom this time. They bounced once on the mattress before coming to rest there, Taichi's head dipping instantly for Yamato's throat. Teeth scraped against skin for a moment, and then his lips settled over the spot and Yamato gave a slight moan as Taichi sucked at the spot with the single-minded determination only Taichi could give to a hickey.
"I take it you miss me?" he asked dryly. His answer was a mouth crushing down on his own, hands sliding down his back until they reached his ass, where they cupped either cheek and lifted him against his aggressor. He moaned against Taichi's mouth and wrapped his legs around his lover, quickly returning the greeting with a proper 'hello' of his own.
He grunted when Taichi pressed him against the wall. His mouth was abandoned as Taichi trailed kisses down his jaw, his neck, and along the collar of his shirt. Taichi was rocking his body against Yamato's in the embrace of the blond's legs and Yamato fisted his hands in Taichi's hair and held on as he was ravaged.
"Taichi," he moaned the name as Taichi's hands pushed his shirt up, and work-roughened fingertips slid across the skin of Yamato's sides, pushing the shirt up further and further still, until it was bunched under his arms. The lips left him then, for the second it took Taichi to dip his head lower, going to the uncovered skin to be found lower. Thumbs brushed across Yamato's nipples, making him jump and whimper. Then Taichi's lips found one of the nubs, and the sudden presence of warm-wet sucking and nipping had Yamato quivering and hissing Taichi's name.
The blond wasn't paying attention as Taichi's hands drifted lower again, hooking under his knees. The mouth working his chest was enough of a distraction, until he felt Taichi lifting him higher, his back sliding along the wall. Experimentally, Yamato reached up and pressed one hand against the ceiling. He loosened his legs enough for Taichi to heft him up, until he was wrapped around Taichi's stomach and the brunet could press his mouth against Yamato's chest without arching his back painfully to manage it.
Yamato rocked his groin against the hard-planes of Taichi's body, feeling the other man's heat through the material of his jeans. The friction was delightful, but not enough and he pulled Taichi's head closer as the brunet licked a path along the underside of Yamato's ribs. "Please," he whimpered, wanting more.
Taichi pulled back and let go of Yamato's legs so the blond slid lower again, slowly, the rub of his crotch against Taichi's body almost painful. "What do you want, Yamato?"
"Fuck me, please," he begged searching for and finding Taichi's mouth with his own, hands cupping Taichi's head. Taichi growled against his mouth, then grabbed Yamato's ass again as he stepped away from the wall. Yamato laughed as the stumbled for a moment, and then yelped as he felt them falling. He unwrapped his legs as quickly as possible and let Taichi take the brunt of the fall.
"Shit," Taichi muttered. "That ruins the moment. Sorry." Yamato grinned as he straddled Taichi and leaned over him. They had fallen in front of the archway to the kitchen, and the automatic nightlight by the sink was illuminating them in places where it could shine around the tables and chairs.
"For what?" Yamato asked. He ground himself against Taichi's body, an arm on either side of the brunet's head, his own back arching as he moaned in pleasure. Taichi seemed to catch on quickly and his lack of grace was forgotten as he grabbed Yamato's hips and rocked up, setting the motion even from underneath. Yamato sat up and back, letting Taichi control the rhythm of friction. "We should- uhn- get naked and do this right."
Taichi growled in response and flipped them over, knocking Yamato's head against the floor because there was no warning. "Sorry," he apologized again quickly, bringing his hand up to Yamato's head to check the damage.
"You are such a-" Taichi cut off the words with a kiss, mouth open and tongue taking a swipe at Yamato's lips before pushing in and taking a taste of Yamato's mouth. Yamato put his hands on Taichi's shoulders and tugged, urging him to bring his body lower, press it against Yamato's body. Taichi complied and lowered himself, until he was pressing Yamato's body into the floor.
The kissing was deep and long, and after a while of Taichi doing nothing more than kissing, Yamato began to get restless. He shifted under Taichi, raising one leg off the floor to wrap it around Taichi's leg. The extra weight and the fact that Yamato was writhing beneath him finally seemed to remind Taichi of what he'd been doing before he'd gotten distracted by Yamato's mouth, and he pulled back. Yamato mewled in protest, back and shoulders raising from the floor as his lips seek out Taichi's again.
He laughed, a sound that is at once arouse and amused. Since those are two states Taichi was perpetually in, Yamato knew it well, and he let himself drop back onto the floor to pout of at his lover. They stared at each other in the dim light from the kitchen, and then Yamato crossed his arms over his chest, since Taichi had lifted himself up and away. "Will you get to the sex part now, or should I make some popcorn while I wait?"
Taichi's face creased into a grin and by the sudden tightening of his jaw, Yamato knew he was biting back laughter. A second later, most likely when he was under control again, Taichi finally responded with, "Well, I -am- kind of hungry."
Yamato growled and pushed up suddenly, reversing their positions so he was once again over Taichi, still stradding, so his leg was then trapped under Taichi's lower body. "Listen here, buddy. You were doing really good with this form of hello before you fell on your ass. And since you took me down with you, I expect you to make it up to me, not torment me for something that is -your- fault."
"Oh, really? I should probably reward you for falling with me, then, huh?" Taichi's grin changed form, becoming smaller but more dangerous, as his eyes heated up. He put a hand on each of Yamato's thighs, fingers splayed and the thumbs resting close to Yamato's crotch. Not close enough, but when he flexed his fingers, it made Yamato's spine tingle.
"A reward would be nice," Yamato responded, voice slightly breathless.
Taichi lifted his right hand and placed it on Yamato's crotch, fingers still parted so that he can feel the curved length and width of Yamato's cock through his pants. The other hand grabbed a fistful of Yamato's shirt and pulled the blond down again.
They didn't kiss. Instead, Taichi pulled Yamato's shirt up and tugged on it pointedly. Yamato put his hands up, resting his lower body on Taichi's and letting his legs support him as he leaned forward. The shirt came off, and Yamato tugged on Taichi's in return. It took a little more work, with Taichi raising off the floor, his stomach muscles clenching as he held the position and threw his shirt in the direction of the living room.
Pants would have to come next, but that would mean stopping the grinding they were currently doing, and Yamato for one didn't want to stop. Taichi, however, seemed quite able to withstand the agony of halting, as his hands gripped Yamato's hips and lifted him up. Up and away, and then they were somehow both kneeling as Taichi was kissing him again, hands working the fastening on Yamato's pants with something less than skill.
Yamato squeaked in surprise as Taichi's hand suddenly plunged into his pants, not waiting until the zipper was all the way down. The tightness of his pants and the size of Taichi's hand made the fit tight. Long fingers curled into the silk of his boxers, encircling him partially. Taichi murmured something against his lips, but the hand on his cock made his blood thunder through his veins and pound in his ears, and Yamato missed it as he pressed his hips forward, into Taichi's grip.
"Your pants, push them down," Taichi instructed roughly, breaking the kiss long enough to speak coherently. Yamato growled and leaned forward again, even as he pushed his pants down and gave Taichi better access to his prick. "Fuck, yes," Taichi groaned. His hand twisted and pulled away, only to dive over the top of the boxers. Skin on skin, and his hand was firm and warm, rough and rough-skinned.
The blond gave a cry and shuddered, back arching to push himself harder into that touch, hands reaching out but grasping nothing. "Tai-" His voice cut off as Taichi jerked him off, his hand moving up and down Yamato's shaft with familiarity. It wasn't tender or gentle, but quick and hard, and Yamato came with another cry, body swaying forward into Taichi's arms. "Hell, yes."
It wasn't over. As he rested against Taichi, Yamato could feel the tension in the brunet's body, could hear the rapid breathing. Then Taichi was getting up. Yamato started to protest, but found himself lifted before he could say anything. This time, Taichi managed to get them into the bedroom.
Yamato was set gently on the floor, and he wondered why there and not on the bed. Taichi knelt down and pulled Yamato's pants down, answering the unspoken question. He stood again and stripped his own pants off, freeing his erection as he kicked the last of the material away. Yamato smirked at him. "You -were- happy to see me."
With a growl, Taichi lunged at him and they fell to the bed in a heap. It was a softer landing than the floor had been, and Yamato was on the bottom this time. They bounced once on the mattress before coming to rest there, Taichi's head dipping instantly for Yamato's throat. Teeth scraped against skin for a moment, and then his lips settled over the spot and Yamato gave a slight moan as Taichi sucked at the spot with the single-minded determination only Taichi could give to a hickey.