Fic, Fujicest, "Finger-lickin' Good" for 30_lemons
Wow, I haven't written anything for 30_lemons for aaaaages - somewhat scarily, I haven't felt like writing pr0n at all. :o I wish I could say that this has now been properly rectified, but instead, it's comedy smut with generous, generous helpings of Yuuta torture instead. Ehehehe.
You love it really, Yuuta. >:D
28. The Theater, or, "Oh, is the Movie Over Already?"
Yuuta reached out sideways for the popcorn (toffee, not salted - they had the agreement that Yuuta was always in charge of the snacks, after last time's debacle), keeping his eyes on the movie screen. Aniki had stolen the bag some time ago and placed it in his lap; as his hand did not on this occasion meet popcorn bag when expected, Yuuta realised exactly why he had done this. Just in time, he brought his hand to a stop, and turned to glare at his brother, even though the cinema was really too dark for him to receive the full effect.
"Aniki, can you behave yourself?! I'm not going to -"
Shuusuke never got to find out what Yuuta was not going to do (though he knew full well what he'd been about to say), as he broke off from his indignant hissing when Shuusuke took hold of the hand he hadn't yet retracted and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently and then languorously starting to lick at Yuuta's first two fingers.
"Toffee-flavoured," he said, by way of explanation.
Yuuta did not think this was funny.
"Aniki, people can see!"
"No one is watching, Yuuta," Shuusuke said patiently, still holding Yuuta's wrist so that he couldn't snatch it back while he was talking. "They're all watching the movie. They'd have to look backwards to see us."
Yuuta was never going to agree to sit anywhere near the back of the cinema with aniki ever again.
"Well, I'm watching the movie too, so stop it."
"You can still watch it, Yuuta," Shuusuke said, after he'd licked Yuuta's finger tips delicately. "Just keep your eyes on the screen; it's surprisingly easy, you know."
"Stop making fun of me!" Yuuta hissed, starting to get testy. He was missing the film, the popcorn had disappeared to who knew where, and aniki was trying to seduce him in a cinema full of people!
"I'm not making fun of you, Yuuta - I'm making fun with you." He emphasised his point by starting to suck on Yuuta's index finger, pleased when Yuuta made a little whimper of surprise. He left Yuuta's hand alone long enough to say "See - isn't this fun?" before resuming his sucking and adding some suggestive flicks of his tongue.
Yuuta's cheeks burned, but he couldn't bring himself to reply in the negative, because, as always, aniki was kind of right; it was fun. Or, if not fun, it was certainly something. He was still going to end up feeling humiliated, though; he could tell this already. Aniki had no conception of decency! Or, if he did, he chose to ignore it completely, which was probably actually worse.
"Just don't make a scene," he muttered. "And don't move from your seat - people will notice if you do that."
"I promise I won't make any sudden noises or movements, Yuuta. Is that okay?" Shuusuke nibbled on the end of Yuuta's finger, and then added slyly, "As long as you do the same, of course."
"What? Of course I'm not going to make a scene, aniki."
"I'm glad of that."
Shuusuke reached his free hand - the one not still clasping Yuuta's wrist - over across the arm rest and let it rest on Yuuta's stomach, unmoving, but still a threat to Yuuta's defences.
Yuuta was never going to agree unthinkingly to anything aniki said ever again. Had he actually just agreed to letting himself be molested in a cinema? The way aniki's lips and tongue played over his fingers told him that indeed he had. Things were probably okay the way they were now, but he wasn't quite naïve enough to believe that aniki would leave it at this. Just how far was he going to push it?
He would hate himself for it later, but Yuuta felt just a little excited, wondering about it. What would aniki do? For the sake of propriety, it was probably good that he had agreed not to leave his seat, but even just the thought of what aniki could be doing if he did move was making Yuuta start to feel warm.
Aniki started to stroke Yuuta's stomach, his hand moving lazily, as he was devoting most of his attention to sucking on his fingers. It still looked as if he was able to concentrate on the movie better than Yuuta, which was either disturbing, or proof that aniki was well-practiced enough to be a pervert on auto-pilot.
"My finger's going to go wrinkly," Yuuta said stiffly, after several scenes of the film had passed him by in what he would reluctantly later dub an aroused haze. He hadn't wanted it to happen, but aniki's hand was still stroking his stomach, which was far too low down for any sorts of innocent thoughts at all, and how could he possibly be expected to think on the level even of fallen angels when aniki was sucking his fingers suggestively! And - not that Yuuta really wanted him to do more, of course - why had aniki just been doing the same sort of absent-minded thing to him for the last little while? Was he trying to get Yuuta to ask for it?
"Oh, of course, where are my manners," Shuusuke said without even the slightest hint of contrition, after sliding Yuuta's finger away indecently slowly, his lips making a soft little sound that made Yuuta make a soft little sound of his own. "Shall I return your hand to you, Yuuta?"
Yuuta was at a fork in the road now. Both signposts pointed to hell on earth, so he would merely have to select the scenery to view on his merry way, but his luck was such that he would always, always pick the wrong one, adding that little extra touch of burning pitch. Burning-pitched screams, too - that or high-pitched ones... gah, aniki had distracted him to the point of punnery!
"Yes please," Yuuta said, in a very small voice that he hoped wasn't actually his, as it sounded really rather pathetic in its relief.
"Then here you go." Aniki's lips then were suddenly at his ear, whispering things that were distracting him from what he was doing with the hand he was returning until it was much, much too late to resist the situation without embarrassing squawking. And Fuji Yuuta would never let it be said that he was a chicken.
He'd never let it be said that he approved of anything aniki ever did either, though. And most certainly not in cinemas while licking delicately at the shell of his ear!
Shuusuke had returned Yuuta's hand as asked - that was not in dispute. Just... he hadn't let go of it, and he'd moved it to somewhere on Yuuta that he should really have asked permission for first! Not that he would actually have granted it (probably), but did aniki honestly think he was that unable to defend himself for formalities to not even be necessary?
Obviously he did, because he'd started to move his hand, which was gripped gently over Yuuta's own, making Yuuta bite his lip to keep his no-squawking record on track. They were in a cinema full of people and aniki knew that Yuuta was incapable of being quiet when they were... doing things! What the hell was he doing?! He would have asked him this, in fact, if he hadn't been too busy gritting his teeth and clamping his lips shut and trying to shut his vocal cords down. If he made even one tiny little moan at a quiet part of the movie, the entire place would know what they were doing! And although Yuuta knew that aniki would be perfectly fine with that, because aniki had no concept of personal shame, Yuuta seemed to have inherited his brother's share of the embarrassment gene and would light up the theatre with his blush were they discovered, further compounding his guilt.
And that really wouldn't do at all, so Yuuta kicked Shuusuke's leg as hard as he thought he could get away with without making him cry out in pain. The pain would come later, if Yuuta was ever lucky enough to forget that he was really too polite a boy to ever actually hurt someone on purpose. Maybe he'd be able to forget that if aniki pushed hard enough. Maybe. But for the time being, his impotent kick seemed to have had no effect at all, except to make aniki chuckle silkily right beside his ear in a most unsettling way.
"My, you're feisty today," he purred, rubbing him with a harder pressure than before. Yuuta couldn't believe that it was technically his own hand doing this. "Would you like me to stop? It's just getting to a good bit..."
It took Yuuta a moment to realise that aniki was actually talking about the film there. And then a further moment to realise that he had just classed aniki stroking him through his trousers using his own hand as 'a good bit'.
He didn't want aniki to stop. Those fallen angels would be singing mournfully - or pitchfully - on that burning road to hell littered with old popcorn bags and chewing gum stuck under the seats.
"Don't stop," Yuuta said, aiming for casual, achieving needy. It seemed to please aniki, anyway, as he made a predatory noise deep in the back of his throat and then said, huskily, against his ear again, "Mmm, good boy..." and Yuuta felt his hips jolt up in lust as his brother's voice ran through him. This was getting dangerous, and, Yuuta realised, he was going to end up with a distracting wet patch in his boxer shorts if events continued to their, considering it was aniki, probably inevitable conclusion. What was he supposed to do, though? It felt too good to just stop and watch the rest of the film - his body would be really upset with him if he tried to do that; but equally, he couldn't go elsewhere and just deal with it on his own, because Yuuta was not the sort of boy who did that sort of thing in public toilets.
He wasn't the sort of boy who let his brother bring him to climax in a cinema full of people either, but somehow - somehow - it seemed the best choice of the three. It had to be the presence of aniki making it seem less awful, because if it wasn't, then Yuuta was going to have to face up to the fact that he was losing his mind, and really, he didn't have much left to lose, considering all the damage aniki had managed to do to it already.
Stupid brother.
Yuuta squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could and made himself concentrate on keeping as quiet as possible. Aniki had increased both the speed and the pressure again, and unless a miracle happened, he wasn't going to be able to avoid moaning for very much longer. What on earth would happen if they were caught?! Their mother would have a heart attack, and they'd probably get grounded, too, and then he would be confined to the house with aniki and oh dear God no no no!
"You're thinking about getting caught, aren't you?" Shuusuke purred into his ear, sounding like he was enjoying this far too much. "But it'll be just our little secret... don't you think?"
Yuuta was too far gone to even register that he could have responded there. He did notice that aniki's presence had moved away from his ear and he had ducked down - still stroking him - seemingly rooting around on the floor for something, but only barely. It didn't seem like a threat or a cause for alarm anymore; even those sensors had shut down now, for he was close, so very close, and then aniki was reappearing holding something in his hand, and just as Yuuta felt the road to hell start to crumble, he shoved the something in his mouth, muffling the variety of sounds that Yuuta would have made behind it. Aniki was a forward planner, apparently.
Yuuta's limbs fell limp as his body became one with the seat, basking in the mourning of the angels that sounded currently like a heavenly choir. He soaked up as much of it as he could, because he knew cold, awful reality would start to creep back into him after a few precious moments. That reality started when he began to register the presence of something that felt like a few scoops of warm yoghurt down the front of his trousers. Not angel delight, then.
It got worse when he pulled the slightly soggy, very crumpled something from his mouth and realised that it was -
"You gagged me with an empty popcorn bag from the floor?!"
"Yuuta hush, the entire cinema is looking at us now."
And indeed they were.