How To Trap On The First Date
Title: How To "Trap" On The First Date
Pairing: JunMa
Rating: Nc-17
Note: Well after An An news you'd expect Toma body worshipping but I kind of concentrated on how ecchi he was being in that excerpt. LoL. I prioritize pervertedness over hot asses, yes. For miquilis. Since she deserves something even greater than my first born, she gets JunMa porn.
Toma takes one look at Jun and the flash of pale skin from his V-neck is enough of a factor for Toma to decide that he must have him on a bed naked, pretty soon or he’ll do something embarrassing like a bathroom quickie.
He suggests they go to his home after walking through the park hand in hand. Jun’s fingers squirm a little in his and he wonders with a smirk what Jun thinks he wants to do there at freaking 7 am.
He gives some excuse, like it’s too early for his favourite restaurants to open and Jun nods. It was partially true though Jun didn’t need to know Toma’s favourite meal was the bento they sold at the 24 hour conbini near his home.
Jun enters a bit shy, looks around his apartment and smiles before going to the kitchen hands still clasped together.
Once in front of the stove Toma tugs at their hands slowly before Jun can let go to turn the stove on. When he gets his attention he brings the hands to his lips kissing the knuckles one by one slowly, attentively and oh so suggestively.
Toma’s lips linger on his skin and Jun pulls back hastily, asking for eggs or something.
Toma had a good idea what the ‘or something’ was but he settles for giving Jun the eggs. He asks Jun to make omurice. It’s okay in the morning right? Whatever, that wasn’t his main focus right now anyway.
Jun is taking out some left over from the rice cooker and Toma shows him all the ingredients he can find in the refrigerator before he gets himself a bottle of water. He drinks making sure his lips are visible plump around the bottle opening and the swivel if his Adam’s apple pronounced with each gulp.
Some dribble ‘clumsily’ onto his shirt and he complains on how the cold water is making his skin shiver. He’s in Jun’s peripheral. It’s enough. He pulls the hem of his shirt slowly. Makes sure the spatula stopped moving before he takes it off completely flexing out his muscles and stretching them once he discarded the shirt.
He walks up to Jun (redressing completely forgotten) and puts a hand on his shoulder so that it’s impossible for Jun not to look at him. He likes how Jun bites his lip and purses them before determinedly looking at his rice and herbs.
He’s thankful it’s in his habit to wear low riding jeans, flashing his boxers is a sense of comfort for him but right now it’s coming handy in seducing Jun. Jun’s pretty much on the edge.
One final push...
Toma leans over Jun’s neck dips his fingers into the sauce Jun’s used and pops it into his mouth, sucking slowly and popping it back out with a groan of how good it was.
He sees the spatula move in a flurry and the stove is turned off and he’s pressed suddenly against the counter behind them. Now we’re talking, he thinks as Jun’s panting in his face, hands trembling where they are grasping his shoulders.
“I know what you’re doing.” Jun looks on with steely determination one which falters when Toma grins cheekily,
“What?” he says before casually wrapping his arms around Jun’s waist, trapping him.
“It’s too early. I’m not ready.”
“You’re still in my house, in my arms.” Toma replies self assured before one of his hands travel up into Jun’s hair and the other down to cup his ass.
That’s the stuff, he thinks when he has Jun’s tongue curled around his and Jun’s knees braced on either side of him on the counter as he holds him up with a firm grip on his ass. Jun slowly climbs up onto his lap as Toma is tugging off his shirt.
Toma suddenly finds the back of his head connect a little painfully with the counter top and Jun’s straddling him picking at the button of his jeans. He brings Jun’s head down for another kiss lest Jun takes over control completely. He explores the inside of Jun’s mouth as he pulls down the latters jeans and boxers and runs a slender finger down his bare ass. Jun shivers and he takes the moments hesitation to switch over so Jun is underneath him. Jun shivers again from the cold marble top.
Toma’s glad it’s a long counter attached to the wall. Having his date fall off the counter would not be too god for future sexual ventures with him. He strokes Jun’s cock to keep him distracted as he looks for lubrication settling on the olive oil. It’s expensive but it’s totally worth the investment Toma thinks when he looks at Jun bucking his hips into his fist atop his kitchen counter.
So kinky, it turned him on beyond immeasurable measures. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans because it’s all too tight and he can’t wait to replace the tightness his fingers are stretching with his cock.
As soon as Jun lets out a low mewl, Toma pushes his jeans and boxers down to his knees and pushes in. He can apologize if he’s hurt later. When ‘fuck Jun’s tight ass’ isn’t his only coherent thought.
Jun gasps and grips his shoulder, slides his legs further up Toma’s side so that he has better access to his ass. A few failed attempts later (they’re sweaty) Toma hooks Jun’s legs over his shoulders and rocks against him. On retrospect maybe it isn’t really healthy for Jun to bend like that.
But it’s hot and Jun’s panting his name, being shrill (hot!hot!hot) when the angle is right and Toma gives in to the gasps of harder and faster until the tempos so crazy and fast he has no idea what they’re dancing to but it’s imminent they continue, that much he knows.
His grip tightens on Jun’s thighs nails marking pale skin and Jun has his eyes covered as his back arches and Toma tugs on his shaft once twice and a rough thrice before he screams and spills onto Toma’s fingers shaking as Toma pounds his ass simultaneously. He comes inside of Jun, without having used a condom he realized.
There are many things he realizes he’s done wrong. Notwithstanding not using a condom he’s sitting in between Jun’s still trembling legs on top of his kitchen counter on their first date. Jun’s beautiful pale skin was still pale and still beautiful he realized with a sinking feeling reflecting on the lack of foreplay and preparation.
Could he walk?
Toma tried to pull Jun off who refused to budge, this time covering his face in embarrassment. Toma carries him to his bedroom instead and gets a whiff of how Jun smells like sex and Italian pasta.
He’s hadn’t had Italian in a while, he thinks as he settles Jun on his bed kissing him slowly, unhurriedly unlike last time.
Maybe he could have Italian and solve the no foreplay problem simultaneously. He’s not sure Jun would let him have 2 servings in one day. But he suckles on Jun’s collarbone anyway leaving a proud hickey before licking down to his nipples. He leaves open mouthed kisses, sucking on the skin around as a warning of what’s about to come next.
Jun only moans and Toma curls his lips around Jun’s nipples and sucks, almost greedily. He grazes his teeth across it and nips it, sucking again and notices Jun’s already half hard with this. He wonders idly if sucking on the other one would get Jun completely hard. He thinks this and other things, complete with serving number three and how soon Jun would agree to bondage.
Well he would never know unless he tried right?
Pairing: JunMa
Rating: Nc-17
Note: Well after An An news you'd expect Toma body worshipping but I kind of concentrated on how ecchi he was being in that excerpt. LoL. I prioritize pervertedness over hot asses, yes. For miquilis. Since she deserves something even greater than my first born, she gets JunMa porn.
Toma takes one look at Jun and the flash of pale skin from his V-neck is enough of a factor for Toma to decide that he must have him on a bed naked, pretty soon or he’ll do something embarrassing like a bathroom quickie.
He suggests they go to his home after walking through the park hand in hand. Jun’s fingers squirm a little in his and he wonders with a smirk what Jun thinks he wants to do there at freaking 7 am.
He gives some excuse, like it’s too early for his favourite restaurants to open and Jun nods. It was partially true though Jun didn’t need to know Toma’s favourite meal was the bento they sold at the 24 hour conbini near his home.
Jun enters a bit shy, looks around his apartment and smiles before going to the kitchen hands still clasped together.
Once in front of the stove Toma tugs at their hands slowly before Jun can let go to turn the stove on. When he gets his attention he brings the hands to his lips kissing the knuckles one by one slowly, attentively and oh so suggestively.
Toma’s lips linger on his skin and Jun pulls back hastily, asking for eggs or something.
Toma had a good idea what the ‘or something’ was but he settles for giving Jun the eggs. He asks Jun to make omurice. It’s okay in the morning right? Whatever, that wasn’t his main focus right now anyway.
Jun is taking out some left over from the rice cooker and Toma shows him all the ingredients he can find in the refrigerator before he gets himself a bottle of water. He drinks making sure his lips are visible plump around the bottle opening and the swivel if his Adam’s apple pronounced with each gulp.
Some dribble ‘clumsily’ onto his shirt and he complains on how the cold water is making his skin shiver. He’s in Jun’s peripheral. It’s enough. He pulls the hem of his shirt slowly. Makes sure the spatula stopped moving before he takes it off completely flexing out his muscles and stretching them once he discarded the shirt.
He walks up to Jun (redressing completely forgotten) and puts a hand on his shoulder so that it’s impossible for Jun not to look at him. He likes how Jun bites his lip and purses them before determinedly looking at his rice and herbs.
He’s thankful it’s in his habit to wear low riding jeans, flashing his boxers is a sense of comfort for him but right now it’s coming handy in seducing Jun. Jun’s pretty much on the edge.
One final push...
Toma leans over Jun’s neck dips his fingers into the sauce Jun’s used and pops it into his mouth, sucking slowly and popping it back out with a groan of how good it was.
He sees the spatula move in a flurry and the stove is turned off and he’s pressed suddenly against the counter behind them. Now we’re talking, he thinks as Jun’s panting in his face, hands trembling where they are grasping his shoulders.
“I know what you’re doing.” Jun looks on with steely determination one which falters when Toma grins cheekily,
“What?” he says before casually wrapping his arms around Jun’s waist, trapping him.
“It’s too early. I’m not ready.”
“You’re still in my house, in my arms.” Toma replies self assured before one of his hands travel up into Jun’s hair and the other down to cup his ass.
That’s the stuff, he thinks when he has Jun’s tongue curled around his and Jun’s knees braced on either side of him on the counter as he holds him up with a firm grip on his ass. Jun slowly climbs up onto his lap as Toma is tugging off his shirt.
Toma suddenly finds the back of his head connect a little painfully with the counter top and Jun’s straddling him picking at the button of his jeans. He brings Jun’s head down for another kiss lest Jun takes over control completely. He explores the inside of Jun’s mouth as he pulls down the latters jeans and boxers and runs a slender finger down his bare ass. Jun shivers and he takes the moments hesitation to switch over so Jun is underneath him. Jun shivers again from the cold marble top.
Toma’s glad it’s a long counter attached to the wall. Having his date fall off the counter would not be too god for future sexual ventures with him. He strokes Jun’s cock to keep him distracted as he looks for lubrication settling on the olive oil. It’s expensive but it’s totally worth the investment Toma thinks when he looks at Jun bucking his hips into his fist atop his kitchen counter.
So kinky, it turned him on beyond immeasurable measures. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans because it’s all too tight and he can’t wait to replace the tightness his fingers are stretching with his cock.
As soon as Jun lets out a low mewl, Toma pushes his jeans and boxers down to his knees and pushes in. He can apologize if he’s hurt later. When ‘fuck Jun’s tight ass’ isn’t his only coherent thought.
Jun gasps and grips his shoulder, slides his legs further up Toma’s side so that he has better access to his ass. A few failed attempts later (they’re sweaty) Toma hooks Jun’s legs over his shoulders and rocks against him. On retrospect maybe it isn’t really healthy for Jun to bend like that.
But it’s hot and Jun’s panting his name, being shrill (hot!hot!hot) when the angle is right and Toma gives in to the gasps of harder and faster until the tempos so crazy and fast he has no idea what they’re dancing to but it’s imminent they continue, that much he knows.
His grip tightens on Jun’s thighs nails marking pale skin and Jun has his eyes covered as his back arches and Toma tugs on his shaft once twice and a rough thrice before he screams and spills onto Toma’s fingers shaking as Toma pounds his ass simultaneously. He comes inside of Jun, without having used a condom he realized.
There are many things he realizes he’s done wrong. Notwithstanding not using a condom he’s sitting in between Jun’s still trembling legs on top of his kitchen counter on their first date. Jun’s beautiful pale skin was still pale and still beautiful he realized with a sinking feeling reflecting on the lack of foreplay and preparation.
Could he walk?
Toma tried to pull Jun off who refused to budge, this time covering his face in embarrassment. Toma carries him to his bedroom instead and gets a whiff of how Jun smells like sex and Italian pasta.
He’s hadn’t had Italian in a while, he thinks as he settles Jun on his bed kissing him slowly, unhurriedly unlike last time.
Maybe he could have Italian and solve the no foreplay problem simultaneously. He’s not sure Jun would let him have 2 servings in one day. But he suckles on Jun’s collarbone anyway leaving a proud hickey before licking down to his nipples. He leaves open mouthed kisses, sucking on the skin around as a warning of what’s about to come next.
Jun only moans and Toma curls his lips around Jun’s nipples and sucks, almost greedily. He grazes his teeth across it and nips it, sucking again and notices Jun’s already half hard with this. He wonders idly if sucking on the other one would get Jun completely hard. He thinks this and other things, complete with serving number three and how soon Jun would agree to bondage.
Well he would never know unless he tried right?