[fic] Untitled
Title: Untitled
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP. fosrsly.
Pairing: Very much Shishido x Choutarou, 'cuz that's the way I like it. :3
Comments: Hahaha, my first try, so, uh... don't kill me plz. D:
Warnings: Lots of boysex. <3
“Goddamn, my hips hurt.”
“Shishido-san…?”
Him. Cute, sweet, polite, nice, smart, athletic, musically inclined, hot, charismatic, strong, determined, loyal, gorgeous, and ultimately… perfect--- Choutarou.
It really was hard to find anything wrong with him on most days.
Or not, mused Shishido.
Because most days, his darling partner was… insatiably horny.
Shishido WAS only human, after all- as much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t invincible, and he didn’t have everlasting stamina. Choutarou seemed to be testing what he did have.
Sure, he could keep up the first few months or so. (Shishido was actually quite proud of this.) But then it became tiring. It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy it. It was just… well, it seemed a miracle that his body was still able to produce like it had their first time.
But, by the gods, Shishido could not say no to Choutarou’s stupid adorable smile…!
What made it worse is that they could practically communicate via mind-link. Choutarou need not say the words, those that would be painfully out of character for him. Seriously, his Choutarou coming up to him and going “fuck me, please”? That didn’t happen, even in fantasies. (Okay, in fantasies, maybe it did sometimes. Damn, if that could happen in real life…) All he had to do was say Shishido’s name in that tone and use said smile… they’d both be moaning on the bed within minutes.
A lot of the time they couldn’t even get to the bed. The second year was young (well, more so than his partner.) and nubile, and by the gods, he wanted.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing. To some extent. He wanted, he knew how to get it without breaking a sweat, and he knew how to keep it going into a downward spiral of sex and more sex in a desperate attempt to satisfy the insurmountable libido that just didn’t seem to fit to his personality.
Where was this going? Shishido’s brain was spazzing and dying just from Ohtori fucking looking at him. Of course, it wasn’t just a look, anyone could see that, because his eyes were just that much darker and half-lidded which was more than obvious from their proximity on the couch and the way that the pencil had prominent, fresh toothmarks, and his mouth was slightly opened on the side, like it always was when he wanted to be screwed and--
Damn. He was a man, wasn’t he? Couldn’t he refuse… just once?
But…
“Ne~ Shishido-san~” I want sex..
“Gods. Again, Choutarou?” My hips hurt. Can’t we just make out?
“But I love you!” We just made out! That was hot, but it’s mean to make me hard and not finish me. And your family won’t be back for an entire week. It’s perfect for sex.
“…” … No…
“…!” Please?
“…” All right, fine. Come on. Stop giving me that look, I’ll come all over the one place that is impossible to clean…
“Yay!” Sex!
Maybe Shishido had imagined that last part.
The subtext was there almost like neon signs flashing above the other’s head. In any case, he grabbed the taller boy’s wrist with no resistance, dragged him upstairs to his bedroom and all but threw him unceremoniously onto the bed. He was only half-aware through the lust that Choutarou had sparked in him (despite his aforementioned aching hips) pinning his kouhai to the creaking deep blue spread to take his mouth roughly.
They just lay there for god knows how long, eating each other’s faces with an intensity almost as fierce as when Oshitari and Mukahi would in the club room sometimes. And that was a bit of a frightening thought. Nevertheless…
It was fine up until Choutarou starting making those impatient puppy noises against Shishido’s lips. Damn. His whole entire body hurt, not just his hips, even his tongue, but that wasn’t important because it hurt the least and-
Hell. He wasn’t that Ibu guy from Fudoumine!
Funny how he still was able to get hard after a week of senseless screwing. (Much less be able to coherently wonder about it!) And just from kissing...!
“Mmmm…” Ohtori gasped as he broke out of the kiss, Shishido’s head nearly falling into the space beside his own. It wouldn’t hurt at all, but the senior didn’t even seem to notice.
Moonlight was streaming through the window and cut through the darkness like one of those home ec knives Choutarou had been using earlier that day. A symphony of crickets played just outside the window. Shishido hoped that no one could see what they were doing… particularly his neighbors. That really wouldn’t be good, and he wasn’t sure how well his parents would take it, if they didn’t disown him. Really…
Choutarou really, really… “Shishido-san, what’s wrong? You’re, um… quiet… and… I….”
Shishido gained his senses just in time. There was nothing more uncool than practically falling asleep while… err, making love. He was pretty sure Jirou wouldn’t even do that, narcoleptic though he was.
“N-nothing.” He practically growled, chewing on his swollen lips as self-induced punishment, and harder as he let out an awful squeak when Choutarou moved to catch the fly of Shishido’s jeans in his teeth in response. Where was his mind going to, these days? Well, he’d always guessed that tons and tons of sex weren’t really good for anyone’s sanity. Doubles 2 was pretty much living proof of his theory. (Crazy bastards.)
Shishido’s heart sped up (indeed, that was possible as well.) and he let out a harsh breath as Choutarou momentarily shifted to run his tongue over the still-covered general area of his groin. He let his partner tenderly lay him on his back as he continued to undress him. “F-f-fuck, Chou-ta-rou.” To this, his partner grinned brightly, and continued his work.
“Hurry up, damn you.” He bit back a string of curses induced by the painful and goddamn sensations of his . being caressed by a gentle draft and by the more gentle Ohtori Choutarou as it was freed from the confines of his pants.
“I’m sorry, Shishido-san.” That smile again. He crawled off of his sempai and onto the floor, pulling his legs carefully (Shishido had become a living ragdoll already.) towards him and apart. He planted feather-light kisses down the top, granting him some incredibly delicious moans from his boyfriend, and took the twitching, leaking member in his mouth. Choutarou traced circular patterns onto his beloved with his tongue, grasping what he couldn’t orally into his hand.
Shishido braced himself with one arm, hand tangled in the sheets already, his other arm trembling and thrust against his jaw. The older boy’s face was flushed deep deep crimson and moist with sweat.
“Gods…” breathed Shishido, his entire body becoming inflamed with both his passion and his partner’s, his very veins filling with searing fire and more fire. Lightning flashed from behind his squeezed-shut eyes as the pleasure coursed through his blood and mixed like oil to the inferno.
He momentarily cried out (before he caught himself and muffled the rest into a soaking forearm) as he emptied and softened within the hot confines of Choutarou’s mouth. The silver-haired boy swallowed easily, licking his lips. Then, wrapping his arms around Shishido’s shoulders, he kissed him deeply once again to relight his partner’s desire, before it completely went out and killed his will to do what Choutarou really wanted right now.
Shishido’s arms snaked around Choutarou’s waist, pulling him onto the bed again and against the mahogany headboard. He grabbed at Choutarou’s sweatshirt forcibly with one hand to pin him back. Shishido used the other to steady himself, palms pressing into the ginkgo-leaf design that was etched into the wood. That was going to leave marks tomorrow, definitely.
But right now, it didn’t matter.
Shishido sucked at a spot on Choutarou’s neck he knew was sensitive, biting gently on it and relishing the repressed squeals that were coming from his lover. He licked at the reddening elliptical area forming just above the general shirt-collar line before beginning all over again, choosing a different spot then to leave another love mark.
Vaguely Choutarou thought to stop him from doing that- they did have practice the next day, and he didn’t really need to be teased about it- but all his thoughts were cleared as Shishido made another red spot just under the waistband of his pants. His eyes rolled into his head as he let out a couple high-pitched squeaks.
Choutarou’s hands were up the back of Shishido’s shirt, clutching at the warm taut skin that the thin cotton had been covering. His nails dug into the senior’s flesh but pulled him forward to spurn the ministrations. Shishido, who, finally being satisfied with the number of cherry-colored hickeys marring the creamy white skin of his partner, rained butterfly kisses up and down the taller boy’s collarbone. For a moment he took Choutarou’s cross into his mouth just to see what it would taste like.
He drew away and sat back, panting. “Clothes. Off. Now.” Despite all of his fifteen years of living, his ten years of learning, and his eight months of being together with his partner, he still was unable to complete sentences at this point in their… activities.
Choutarou could only nod dumbly as he tried vainly to lift his shirt off. Shishido trying to undo the zipper on his partner’s pants with that determined face (the one he’d fallen in love with, in fact…) and unintentionally teasing touches to his lower regions weren’t helping in the slightest. His hands jerked slightly as his senpai’s hand lingered just that much more than was necessary flat on his crotch, but he managed to remove the hooded sweatshirt (finally!) and tossed it to the ground. Immediately he reached across to unbutton Shishido’s polo.
Silence and labored, sometimes hitched breathing reverberated through Shishido’s room for the next few minutes as they worked at each other with needy haste. Momentarily they stopped so their tongues could clash again- clumsy and sweaty, hands suddenly grasping at hair or whatever else with biting, feverishly hot fingers. Choutarou’s tongue was velvety against Shishido’s, an exquisite sensation that the senior had never quite been able to get used to. It wasn’t like he wanted to, anyway.
Then back to the pulling and grabbing until finally, they both sat completely naked and facing each other on the bed. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity.
Ryou’s mouth was then on Choutarou’s body, licking up and down his entire torso and, every so often, returning up to bite affectionately at his nipples. Ohtori gasped at every bit of contact, basking in the feeling his body becoming sensitive and hot wherever his lover touched. Shishido made a wet trail down the inside of the younger boy’s thigh, his hair brushing infuriatingly at the place between Choutarou’s legs. He breathed raggedly, like after running around the courts or after crying.
As an afterthought, Shishido left another hickey right at the soft line between Choutarou’s leg and his crotch. Ohtori squirmed lusciously at it, mewling softly and running his musicians’ fingers through the silky short locks of his boyfriend’s head. “A-ah! Shishido-san… I… Mmm…”
He went leisurely around each defined muscle line on the second year’s stomach, drinking in the noises that his partner couldn’t keep from making. Choutarou wanted to say something but Shishido didn’t let him, running a finger slowly down the base of his . whenever he began to form the words.
“Y-you’re doingggg… aaahh! That on purpose… aren’t y-you…”
Ryou nodded and grinned up at him, propping himself on one arm and tracing lazy circles on Choutarou’s legs with a slightly long nail. He then began to attack them, nipping gently at the tender skin as he made the younger boy breathless once again.
“Mmm-aahh… love you, Shi-shido-saaaaan…” he managed to fight out finally. His partner licked up the underside of his . again, silently congratulating him on his “victory”. Then, he scooted backwards to allow Choutarou to take a more comfortable lying position on his back. Both were panting in perfect tandem.
Shishido took his sweet time in spreading his lover’s legs just that much wider so that the younger boy would cry out. It had its intended effect- a long, breathy moan emanated from somewhere deep within Choutarou, followed by punctuated gasps as Shishido leaned down to taste the inner parts of his partner that were his… and only his.
“Shishido-san…!” His head tipped backwards involuntarily, creating a sharp, aching arch right in between the small space between the back of his skull and his shoulder blades. “That… a-ahhhhh…”
Blood rushed to Choutarou’s . and he couldn’t help but mewl at the amazing, wonderful hurt that was created from the feeling of his . beginning to harden and grow considerably.
“… what now, Choutarou?” Shishido relented on his assault and loomed over his boyfriend so that his also erect . ever-so-slightly touched at their tips. His mouth twitched for a split second to restrain a whimper that Choutarou couldn’t hold back. He made extra sure not to let himself hang lower than that, it almost feeling like a strength exercise that Kantoku would give them.
Shishido propped himself up on a knee placed right beneath the lower ribcage of his partner so that they were face to face. A hand was positioned with one finger almost at Ohtori’s opening so that the heat could be felt but obviously not the contact. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Choutarou tried his best to pull Shishido to his person again but instead, arms loosely hung over his boyfriend’s shoulders, limply lifted himself up. He kissed Ryou weakly and quickly in answer but the older boy pushed him back into the bed. “Tell me…” he purred huskily. “what you want… and then…”
“Aaahhh…!” Choutarou wanted to cry at the electric waves still running through his body at the taunting touch Shishido had placed too quickly not quite inside of him. “P-please…! Don’t… tease me, Shi--shido-san…”
“Is that all? I don’t think that’s even half of the dirty, dirty things you’re thinking about… Tell me and you won’t have to go through this, love…” It was too hard to pull off the evil seme role, thought Shishido dimly.
But it’d be nice to hear Choutarou say those words, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, next time he’d just let himself inside without knocking…
Choutarou tried to breathe slowly to regain the ability to speak clearly but it came in pizzicato beats. His . hurt a lot, it was turning red at the tip and clear precum was dripping down the sides. Shishido had really never been this way before.
But still… it was kind of hot…
In any case, two could play at that game. Shishido was obviously dying as much as he was. A bead of sweat had slid off his lover’s red face onto his lips, (he licked it off suggestively) and the senior’s eyes glazed over dangerously, meaning he probably wouldn’t be able to discern whether Choutarou conceded to him or just kept going. He recalled the most monotone recent occurrence in his mind to steady himself like he would before a concert.
“I don’t know what you mean, Shishido-senpai.” He smiled innocently up at his lover. Some of his silver hair, damp and sticky, flopped onto his face. He brought a trembling hand up to push it away, as casually as he could. Then, pulling his traitor hands back from his erection to rest at his sides in what he remembered being told (from Mukahi-senpai) appeared as an incredibly vulnerable position.
“… o-oh?” Shishido somehow managed to keep half of the exchange up, although he had kind of stuttered on that last bit… “Then, I suppose you can bring yourself off. I understand, y-you’re gaining your independence… I won’t touch you, if that’s what you want, Ohtori-kun.” It wasn’t perfect… he shifted in the threat of moving off the younger boy completely to try and enhance the effect of his words. No way he could lose with this.
Choutarou’s eyes visibly widened at this. That… couldn’t happen…! His breath hitched as he sighed in resignation, grabbing at Shishido’s wrists and looking deeply into his eyes. “Sh-Ryou… d-do me, please?” If anything, the use of his first name would work, wouldn’t it?
So the most important part of the fantasy had been said pretty much inaudibly. That was okay, really. Shishido couldn’t help but feel his heart leap in triumph over one- pushing Choutarou to go so far as to try and use his given name and two- getting Choutarou to talk dirty. It wasn’t exactly as much as he would’ve liked, but if anything would have him blushing in the morning, it’d be that.
He couldn’t fight the urge to taunt his love just a little more. “That didn’t sound convincing, Ohtori-san. Say you want me to fuck you… I mean, I won’t do it if you don’t want me to…” He began to remove his hand from its position near Choutarou’s opening.
Choutarou’s eyes squeezed shut to push back the tears. His . convulsed violently, causing him to yelp. “Sh-sh-shishido-san!” he pleaded, more loudly this time, chocolate eyes opening again hazed with love and lust. “P-please… I want you to f-f-fuck me… I want you inside me… Aa-ahhh…”
Score three for Shishido. He wished he had a camcorder, but that was the kind of kinky shit that freaks like Oshitari and Mukahi did, really…
“Only for you.” Shishido smiled down as reassuringly as he could (Choutarou was giving him that defeated, kicked puppy look) and climbed off of his partner to grope around under the mattress for his bottle of lubricant. Every few seconds he’d glance backwards to slap away Choutarou’s hands that kept trying to touch his . in order to relieve himself.
He felt kind of bad. Shishido didn’t really like being like that to Choutarou, and he had seemed pretty shocked by it. The boy was staring dazedly up at the ceiling, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. This time he grabbed the younger boy’s closest hand and stroked it up and down with his thumb.
Finally retrieving the container, he proceeded to squirt a large amount over a couple of fingers. Shishido placed his hands at that slip of skin between Choutarou’s inner thigh and his crotch again to lick at the ring of muscle apologetically, bringing forth drawn-out breaths from the younger boy. Then, slipping in a calloused finger, he began to stretch his partner.
This time, Choutarou didn’t even try to hold back. The room, door closed, was filled with moans and screams and half-begun “Shishido-san…!”’s. His back arched, resting a little uncomfortably on his elbows as Shishido prepared him. It wasn’t as if he really needed it- he was pretty soft already from having done it that morning- but (God strike him down if he lied) it felt so good it seemed like he would burst.
But it wasn’t enough. “I don’t want your f-fingers… or y-your t-t-tongue, Shishido-san. I want… you…”
Shishido nearly coughed into Choutarou where he was licking him again. “Goddamn you Choutarou…” was muttered with a mixture of want and love and acquiescence as he righted himself. “Are you ready?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes already, please Shishido-san, I want to feel you, I NEED to feel you…” Choutarou hated how his voice sounded right now, all desperate and slightly girlish with the pain of being held off for so long. Shishido loved it.
The senior grabbed at Choutarou’s knees and spread his legs further, the long limbs heavy and wet with sweat, exhaustion, and passion. His own body felt weak from excitement but somehow exhilarated at the same time. He kneeled to get a better angle and, whispering a quick, “I love you, Choutarou.” into his ear, entered the younger boy.
Shishido nearly shouted as Choutarou’s body practically dragged him in. The pressure was even greater than when Ohtori had sucked him off earlier. It was warmer. Sexier. Ryou began to move (painfully, but in his stupor, he couldn’t feel it at all) his hips so that he slid in and out of his kouhai, faster and then slower in an excruciatingly gentle cadence.
“Faster… p-please… harder, Shishido-san…”
Ryou growled and grabbed onto Choutarou’s waist to give himself better leverage. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow…” His breathing became harsh, and the way he stared down at his partner seemed almost predatory.
“Of course not, Shishido-san…”
Stars and sakura petals spun with each thrust, hitting the one spot inside of him that made him moan with every movement. Shishido had taken Choutarou’s . in one hand and was working it up and down. He talked incoherently to himself in lust-filled tones and lifted the suddenly light body of his partner to his own.
He managed to get at an angle that he could kiss and drive into Choutarou at the same time (despite the junior being that much taller) Shishido spoke into the other’s mouth as he ravaged it, creating vibrations so that the stimulation was enough to make Ohtori’s hips buck. At the sudden friction, Shishido moaned himself. He could feel the younger boy’s pulse against his shoulder. It was too much. Ryou pushed his head into the crook of Choutarou’s neck and continued the best he could, breath pushing out like a bellows rapidly through his mouth.
Ohtori gripped painfully onto Shishido’s back and made his cute little sex sounds in his senpai’s ear, which served to give Ryou new resolve. He plunged deeper and harder into Choutarou until he came again within his cute kouhai and Choutarou sprayed all over his face, groaning to the last.
Shishido slumped on top of the taller boy and they lay there for a while in each other’s arms, warm and comfortable albeit a bit sticky. His hands had taken to caressing Ohtori’s slightly downy cheek lovingly. Finally he withdrew and rolled over onto the rumpled sheets beside his partner and gripped him hard in an embrace. Choutarou moved his hands soothingly up and down Ryou’s back until they both fell asleep.
--
Too bright… “Choutarou. Close the curtains, will you…”
Oh, hell!
… he’d been tricked again, hadn’t he?!
“Goddamn, my hips hurt.”
“Ne~ Shishido-san~”
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP. fosrsly.
Pairing: Very much Shishido x Choutarou, 'cuz that's the way I like it. :3
Comments: Hahaha, my first try, so, uh... don't kill me plz. D:
Warnings: Lots of boysex. <3
“Goddamn, my hips hurt.”
“Shishido-san…?”
Him. Cute, sweet, polite, nice, smart, athletic, musically inclined, hot, charismatic, strong, determined, loyal, gorgeous, and ultimately… perfect--- Choutarou.
It really was hard to find anything wrong with him on most days.
Or not, mused Shishido.
Because most days, his darling partner was… insatiably horny.
Shishido WAS only human, after all- as much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t invincible, and he didn’t have everlasting stamina. Choutarou seemed to be testing what he did have.
Sure, he could keep up the first few months or so. (Shishido was actually quite proud of this.) But then it became tiring. It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy it. It was just… well, it seemed a miracle that his body was still able to produce like it had their first time.
But, by the gods, Shishido could not say no to Choutarou’s stupid adorable smile…!
What made it worse is that they could practically communicate via mind-link. Choutarou need not say the words, those that would be painfully out of character for him. Seriously, his Choutarou coming up to him and going “fuck me, please”? That didn’t happen, even in fantasies. (Okay, in fantasies, maybe it did sometimes. Damn, if that could happen in real life…) All he had to do was say Shishido’s name in that tone and use said smile… they’d both be moaning on the bed within minutes.
A lot of the time they couldn’t even get to the bed. The second year was young (well, more so than his partner.) and nubile, and by the gods, he wanted.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing. To some extent. He wanted, he knew how to get it without breaking a sweat, and he knew how to keep it going into a downward spiral of sex and more sex in a desperate attempt to satisfy the insurmountable libido that just didn’t seem to fit to his personality.
Where was this going? Shishido’s brain was spazzing and dying just from Ohtori fucking looking at him. Of course, it wasn’t just a look, anyone could see that, because his eyes were just that much darker and half-lidded which was more than obvious from their proximity on the couch and the way that the pencil had prominent, fresh toothmarks, and his mouth was slightly opened on the side, like it always was when he wanted to be screwed and--
Damn. He was a man, wasn’t he? Couldn’t he refuse… just once?
But…
“Ne~ Shishido-san~” I want sex..
“Gods. Again, Choutarou?” My hips hurt. Can’t we just make out?
“But I love you!” We just made out! That was hot, but it’s mean to make me hard and not finish me. And your family won’t be back for an entire week. It’s perfect for sex.
“…” … No…
“…!” Please?
“…” All right, fine. Come on. Stop giving me that look, I’ll come all over the one place that is impossible to clean…
“Yay!” Sex!
Maybe Shishido had imagined that last part.
The subtext was there almost like neon signs flashing above the other’s head. In any case, he grabbed the taller boy’s wrist with no resistance, dragged him upstairs to his bedroom and all but threw him unceremoniously onto the bed. He was only half-aware through the lust that Choutarou had sparked in him (despite his aforementioned aching hips) pinning his kouhai to the creaking deep blue spread to take his mouth roughly.
They just lay there for god knows how long, eating each other’s faces with an intensity almost as fierce as when Oshitari and Mukahi would in the club room sometimes. And that was a bit of a frightening thought. Nevertheless…
It was fine up until Choutarou starting making those impatient puppy noises against Shishido’s lips. Damn. His whole entire body hurt, not just his hips, even his tongue, but that wasn’t important because it hurt the least and-
Hell. He wasn’t that Ibu guy from Fudoumine!
Funny how he still was able to get hard after a week of senseless screwing. (Much less be able to coherently wonder about it!) And just from kissing...!
“Mmmm…” Ohtori gasped as he broke out of the kiss, Shishido’s head nearly falling into the space beside his own. It wouldn’t hurt at all, but the senior didn’t even seem to notice.
Moonlight was streaming through the window and cut through the darkness like one of those home ec knives Choutarou had been using earlier that day. A symphony of crickets played just outside the window. Shishido hoped that no one could see what they were doing… particularly his neighbors. That really wouldn’t be good, and he wasn’t sure how well his parents would take it, if they didn’t disown him. Really…
Choutarou really, really… “Shishido-san, what’s wrong? You’re, um… quiet… and… I….”
Shishido gained his senses just in time. There was nothing more uncool than practically falling asleep while… err, making love. He was pretty sure Jirou wouldn’t even do that, narcoleptic though he was.
“N-nothing.” He practically growled, chewing on his swollen lips as self-induced punishment, and harder as he let out an awful squeak when Choutarou moved to catch the fly of Shishido’s jeans in his teeth in response. Where was his mind going to, these days? Well, he’d always guessed that tons and tons of sex weren’t really good for anyone’s sanity. Doubles 2 was pretty much living proof of his theory. (Crazy bastards.)
Shishido’s heart sped up (indeed, that was possible as well.) and he let out a harsh breath as Choutarou momentarily shifted to run his tongue over the still-covered general area of his groin. He let his partner tenderly lay him on his back as he continued to undress him. “F-f-fuck, Chou-ta-rou.” To this, his partner grinned brightly, and continued his work.
“Hurry up, damn you.” He bit back a string of curses induced by the painful and goddamn sensations of his . being caressed by a gentle draft and by the more gentle Ohtori Choutarou as it was freed from the confines of his pants.
“I’m sorry, Shishido-san.” That smile again. He crawled off of his sempai and onto the floor, pulling his legs carefully (Shishido had become a living ragdoll already.) towards him and apart. He planted feather-light kisses down the top, granting him some incredibly delicious moans from his boyfriend, and took the twitching, leaking member in his mouth. Choutarou traced circular patterns onto his beloved with his tongue, grasping what he couldn’t orally into his hand.
Shishido braced himself with one arm, hand tangled in the sheets already, his other arm trembling and thrust against his jaw. The older boy’s face was flushed deep deep crimson and moist with sweat.
“Gods…” breathed Shishido, his entire body becoming inflamed with both his passion and his partner’s, his very veins filling with searing fire and more fire. Lightning flashed from behind his squeezed-shut eyes as the pleasure coursed through his blood and mixed like oil to the inferno.
He momentarily cried out (before he caught himself and muffled the rest into a soaking forearm) as he emptied and softened within the hot confines of Choutarou’s mouth. The silver-haired boy swallowed easily, licking his lips. Then, wrapping his arms around Shishido’s shoulders, he kissed him deeply once again to relight his partner’s desire, before it completely went out and killed his will to do what Choutarou really wanted right now.
Shishido’s arms snaked around Choutarou’s waist, pulling him onto the bed again and against the mahogany headboard. He grabbed at Choutarou’s sweatshirt forcibly with one hand to pin him back. Shishido used the other to steady himself, palms pressing into the ginkgo-leaf design that was etched into the wood. That was going to leave marks tomorrow, definitely.
But right now, it didn’t matter.
Shishido sucked at a spot on Choutarou’s neck he knew was sensitive, biting gently on it and relishing the repressed squeals that were coming from his lover. He licked at the reddening elliptical area forming just above the general shirt-collar line before beginning all over again, choosing a different spot then to leave another love mark.
Vaguely Choutarou thought to stop him from doing that- they did have practice the next day, and he didn’t really need to be teased about it- but all his thoughts were cleared as Shishido made another red spot just under the waistband of his pants. His eyes rolled into his head as he let out a couple high-pitched squeaks.
Choutarou’s hands were up the back of Shishido’s shirt, clutching at the warm taut skin that the thin cotton had been covering. His nails dug into the senior’s flesh but pulled him forward to spurn the ministrations. Shishido, who, finally being satisfied with the number of cherry-colored hickeys marring the creamy white skin of his partner, rained butterfly kisses up and down the taller boy’s collarbone. For a moment he took Choutarou’s cross into his mouth just to see what it would taste like.
He drew away and sat back, panting. “Clothes. Off. Now.” Despite all of his fifteen years of living, his ten years of learning, and his eight months of being together with his partner, he still was unable to complete sentences at this point in their… activities.
Choutarou could only nod dumbly as he tried vainly to lift his shirt off. Shishido trying to undo the zipper on his partner’s pants with that determined face (the one he’d fallen in love with, in fact…) and unintentionally teasing touches to his lower regions weren’t helping in the slightest. His hands jerked slightly as his senpai’s hand lingered just that much more than was necessary flat on his crotch, but he managed to remove the hooded sweatshirt (finally!) and tossed it to the ground. Immediately he reached across to unbutton Shishido’s polo.
Silence and labored, sometimes hitched breathing reverberated through Shishido’s room for the next few minutes as they worked at each other with needy haste. Momentarily they stopped so their tongues could clash again- clumsy and sweaty, hands suddenly grasping at hair or whatever else with biting, feverishly hot fingers. Choutarou’s tongue was velvety against Shishido’s, an exquisite sensation that the senior had never quite been able to get used to. It wasn’t like he wanted to, anyway.
Then back to the pulling and grabbing until finally, they both sat completely naked and facing each other on the bed. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity.
Ryou’s mouth was then on Choutarou’s body, licking up and down his entire torso and, every so often, returning up to bite affectionately at his nipples. Ohtori gasped at every bit of contact, basking in the feeling his body becoming sensitive and hot wherever his lover touched. Shishido made a wet trail down the inside of the younger boy’s thigh, his hair brushing infuriatingly at the place between Choutarou’s legs. He breathed raggedly, like after running around the courts or after crying.
As an afterthought, Shishido left another hickey right at the soft line between Choutarou’s leg and his crotch. Ohtori squirmed lusciously at it, mewling softly and running his musicians’ fingers through the silky short locks of his boyfriend’s head. “A-ah! Shishido-san… I… Mmm…”
He went leisurely around each defined muscle line on the second year’s stomach, drinking in the noises that his partner couldn’t keep from making. Choutarou wanted to say something but Shishido didn’t let him, running a finger slowly down the base of his . whenever he began to form the words.
“Y-you’re doingggg… aaahh! That on purpose… aren’t y-you…”
Ryou nodded and grinned up at him, propping himself on one arm and tracing lazy circles on Choutarou’s legs with a slightly long nail. He then began to attack them, nipping gently at the tender skin as he made the younger boy breathless once again.
“Mmm-aahh… love you, Shi-shido-saaaaan…” he managed to fight out finally. His partner licked up the underside of his . again, silently congratulating him on his “victory”. Then, he scooted backwards to allow Choutarou to take a more comfortable lying position on his back. Both were panting in perfect tandem.
Shishido took his sweet time in spreading his lover’s legs just that much wider so that the younger boy would cry out. It had its intended effect- a long, breathy moan emanated from somewhere deep within Choutarou, followed by punctuated gasps as Shishido leaned down to taste the inner parts of his partner that were his… and only his.
“Shishido-san…!” His head tipped backwards involuntarily, creating a sharp, aching arch right in between the small space between the back of his skull and his shoulder blades. “That… a-ahhhhh…”
Blood rushed to Choutarou’s . and he couldn’t help but mewl at the amazing, wonderful hurt that was created from the feeling of his . beginning to harden and grow considerably.
“… what now, Choutarou?” Shishido relented on his assault and loomed over his boyfriend so that his also erect . ever-so-slightly touched at their tips. His mouth twitched for a split second to restrain a whimper that Choutarou couldn’t hold back. He made extra sure not to let himself hang lower than that, it almost feeling like a strength exercise that Kantoku would give them.
Shishido propped himself up on a knee placed right beneath the lower ribcage of his partner so that they were face to face. A hand was positioned with one finger almost at Ohtori’s opening so that the heat could be felt but obviously not the contact. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Choutarou tried his best to pull Shishido to his person again but instead, arms loosely hung over his boyfriend’s shoulders, limply lifted himself up. He kissed Ryou weakly and quickly in answer but the older boy pushed him back into the bed. “Tell me…” he purred huskily. “what you want… and then…”
“Aaahhh…!” Choutarou wanted to cry at the electric waves still running through his body at the taunting touch Shishido had placed too quickly not quite inside of him. “P-please…! Don’t… tease me, Shi--shido-san…”
“Is that all? I don’t think that’s even half of the dirty, dirty things you’re thinking about… Tell me and you won’t have to go through this, love…” It was too hard to pull off the evil seme role, thought Shishido dimly.
But it’d be nice to hear Choutarou say those words, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, next time he’d just let himself inside without knocking…
Choutarou tried to breathe slowly to regain the ability to speak clearly but it came in pizzicato beats. His . hurt a lot, it was turning red at the tip and clear precum was dripping down the sides. Shishido had really never been this way before.
But still… it was kind of hot…
In any case, two could play at that game. Shishido was obviously dying as much as he was. A bead of sweat had slid off his lover’s red face onto his lips, (he licked it off suggestively) and the senior’s eyes glazed over dangerously, meaning he probably wouldn’t be able to discern whether Choutarou conceded to him or just kept going. He recalled the most monotone recent occurrence in his mind to steady himself like he would before a concert.
“I don’t know what you mean, Shishido-senpai.” He smiled innocently up at his lover. Some of his silver hair, damp and sticky, flopped onto his face. He brought a trembling hand up to push it away, as casually as he could. Then, pulling his traitor hands back from his erection to rest at his sides in what he remembered being told (from Mukahi-senpai) appeared as an incredibly vulnerable position.
“… o-oh?” Shishido somehow managed to keep half of the exchange up, although he had kind of stuttered on that last bit… “Then, I suppose you can bring yourself off. I understand, y-you’re gaining your independence… I won’t touch you, if that’s what you want, Ohtori-kun.” It wasn’t perfect… he shifted in the threat of moving off the younger boy completely to try and enhance the effect of his words. No way he could lose with this.
Choutarou’s eyes visibly widened at this. That… couldn’t happen…! His breath hitched as he sighed in resignation, grabbing at Shishido’s wrists and looking deeply into his eyes. “Sh-Ryou… d-do me, please?” If anything, the use of his first name would work, wouldn’t it?
So the most important part of the fantasy had been said pretty much inaudibly. That was okay, really. Shishido couldn’t help but feel his heart leap in triumph over one- pushing Choutarou to go so far as to try and use his given name and two- getting Choutarou to talk dirty. It wasn’t exactly as much as he would’ve liked, but if anything would have him blushing in the morning, it’d be that.
He couldn’t fight the urge to taunt his love just a little more. “That didn’t sound convincing, Ohtori-san. Say you want me to fuck you… I mean, I won’t do it if you don’t want me to…” He began to remove his hand from its position near Choutarou’s opening.
Choutarou’s eyes squeezed shut to push back the tears. His . convulsed violently, causing him to yelp. “Sh-sh-shishido-san!” he pleaded, more loudly this time, chocolate eyes opening again hazed with love and lust. “P-please… I want you to f-f-fuck me… I want you inside me… Aa-ahhh…”
Score three for Shishido. He wished he had a camcorder, but that was the kind of kinky shit that freaks like Oshitari and Mukahi did, really…
“Only for you.” Shishido smiled down as reassuringly as he could (Choutarou was giving him that defeated, kicked puppy look) and climbed off of his partner to grope around under the mattress for his bottle of lubricant. Every few seconds he’d glance backwards to slap away Choutarou’s hands that kept trying to touch his . in order to relieve himself.
He felt kind of bad. Shishido didn’t really like being like that to Choutarou, and he had seemed pretty shocked by it. The boy was staring dazedly up at the ceiling, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. This time he grabbed the younger boy’s closest hand and stroked it up and down with his thumb.
Finally retrieving the container, he proceeded to squirt a large amount over a couple of fingers. Shishido placed his hands at that slip of skin between Choutarou’s inner thigh and his crotch again to lick at the ring of muscle apologetically, bringing forth drawn-out breaths from the younger boy. Then, slipping in a calloused finger, he began to stretch his partner.
This time, Choutarou didn’t even try to hold back. The room, door closed, was filled with moans and screams and half-begun “Shishido-san…!”’s. His back arched, resting a little uncomfortably on his elbows as Shishido prepared him. It wasn’t as if he really needed it- he was pretty soft already from having done it that morning- but (God strike him down if he lied) it felt so good it seemed like he would burst.
But it wasn’t enough. “I don’t want your f-fingers… or y-your t-t-tongue, Shishido-san. I want… you…”
Shishido nearly coughed into Choutarou where he was licking him again. “Goddamn you Choutarou…” was muttered with a mixture of want and love and acquiescence as he righted himself. “Are you ready?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes already, please Shishido-san, I want to feel you, I NEED to feel you…” Choutarou hated how his voice sounded right now, all desperate and slightly girlish with the pain of being held off for so long. Shishido loved it.
The senior grabbed at Choutarou’s knees and spread his legs further, the long limbs heavy and wet with sweat, exhaustion, and passion. His own body felt weak from excitement but somehow exhilarated at the same time. He kneeled to get a better angle and, whispering a quick, “I love you, Choutarou.” into his ear, entered the younger boy.
Shishido nearly shouted as Choutarou’s body practically dragged him in. The pressure was even greater than when Ohtori had sucked him off earlier. It was warmer. Sexier. Ryou began to move (painfully, but in his stupor, he couldn’t feel it at all) his hips so that he slid in and out of his kouhai, faster and then slower in an excruciatingly gentle cadence.
“Faster… p-please… harder, Shishido-san…”
Ryou growled and grabbed onto Choutarou’s waist to give himself better leverage. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow…” His breathing became harsh, and the way he stared down at his partner seemed almost predatory.
“Of course not, Shishido-san…”
Stars and sakura petals spun with each thrust, hitting the one spot inside of him that made him moan with every movement. Shishido had taken Choutarou’s . in one hand and was working it up and down. He talked incoherently to himself in lust-filled tones and lifted the suddenly light body of his partner to his own.
He managed to get at an angle that he could kiss and drive into Choutarou at the same time (despite the junior being that much taller) Shishido spoke into the other’s mouth as he ravaged it, creating vibrations so that the stimulation was enough to make Ohtori’s hips buck. At the sudden friction, Shishido moaned himself. He could feel the younger boy’s pulse against his shoulder. It was too much. Ryou pushed his head into the crook of Choutarou’s neck and continued the best he could, breath pushing out like a bellows rapidly through his mouth.
Ohtori gripped painfully onto Shishido’s back and made his cute little sex sounds in his senpai’s ear, which served to give Ryou new resolve. He plunged deeper and harder into Choutarou until he came again within his cute kouhai and Choutarou sprayed all over his face, groaning to the last.
Shishido slumped on top of the taller boy and they lay there for a while in each other’s arms, warm and comfortable albeit a bit sticky. His hands had taken to caressing Ohtori’s slightly downy cheek lovingly. Finally he withdrew and rolled over onto the rumpled sheets beside his partner and gripped him hard in an embrace. Choutarou moved his hands soothingly up and down Ryou’s back until they both fell asleep.
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Too bright… “Choutarou. Close the curtains, will you…”
Oh, hell!
… he’d been tricked again, hadn’t he?!
“Goddamn, my hips hurt.”
“Ne~ Shishido-san~”