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Title: Yuushi with syrup on top
Pairing: Katsu no wa Dirty Pair!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Konomi sensei no PoT desu
Author's Note: For the brilliant artist hyatt_ayanami.
*
Yuushi was having trouble focusing on the lesson. He wasn't even sure why he had to give this lesson anyway; it wasn't as if Gakuto was EVER having sex with anyone else, EVER. But Gakuto had insisted, and so Yuushi found himself in a very compromising position indeed, staring down at his lover's seriously wiggly bottom as the other boy lay between his legs.
"And now what? Come on, Yuushi. Focus a little!" Gakuto's voice was excited and a little annoyed.
Yuushi took another deep breath. Do NOT look at the pale round globes of Gakuto's ass as he rubbed himself unconsciously against the narrow dorm bed. Do NOT think about how just last night, I parted those soft cheeks and gently explored the space within, first with my tongue, next with my finger, and next...
"HEY! Are you woolgathering? Thinking about calculus?" Gakuto snarked, mouth slowly working up Yuushi's thigh. "Mind telling me what to do next?"
Yuushi sighed and got up onto his elbows. "Er, well, whatever you like, for a little while, until you think I'm ready to go."
Gakuto stared up at him, blushing. "But how do I know that?"
Yuushi smiled back down at him. "You'll know, darlin'. I usually wait until you're sayin' something like, 'Oh GOD Yuushi please put your cock in my --'"
Gakuto pinched a tender expanse of thigh and Yuushi yelped. "Okay, okay, I get the idea," Gakuto said, and then, instead of getting back to work, he popped open the lotion and looked at it thoughtfully. "This doesn't taste very good, does it."
"No," Yuushi admitted.
"Stay here."
Yuushi raised his eyebrow but stayed still as his (lusciously-bottomed) partner reached over to the small refridgerator and got out the strawberry sauce.
Yuushi blinked. Well, okay.
But then, instead of pouring it all over Yuushi and lapping it up, Gakuto went for the microwave.
"Gakuto, weren't you doing something?" Yuushi said, a little impatient. He felt a bit foolish lying there, and felt his erection flagging just a bit. Flagging despite the hotness of his partner, who was looking at him seductively over his shoulder from the microwave, ass clenched just a bit and tipped to the side because his knee was out (okay, the erection was back).
Gakuto scowled a little. "It feels weird when it's cold," he explained, waited thirty seconds, and got the strawberry sauce out of the microwave. Then Gakuto clambered back between Yuushi's legs and sat there for a moment. He poured a little of the strawberry sauce onto his hand. And very, very carefully, he lapped it all up, making sure to get every little bit off his fingers.
Yuushi stared in fascination, watching the tongue work its way into every nook and cranny, delicate little licks that would sure feel good riiiiight in his...
"Gaakuto..." Yuushi groaned, feeling his cock twitch. He spread his legs a little and tilted his hips up, hoping that maybe his partner would take the hint.
Gakuto looked up at him from under his eyelashes. "I have to make sure it tastes okay," he explained, but then took pity on Yuushi and upturned the squeeze bottle of warm strawberry syrup over Yuushi's balls. But then Gakuto simply sat and watched the syrup drip.
...That was okay, because the feeling was unbelievable. Yuushi's breath went faster as the slow ooze of syrup caressed his balls and ran beneath them, running in a wet rivulet down his cleft.
THEN Gakuto bent down and did what Yuushi'd been hankering for, sucking slowly at Yuushi's balls until the tensai's eyes felt like they were imploding and his hands were fisting in the redhead's neat little bob, rearranging it into a hot, tangled mess. And after that, Yuushi's back arched off the bed and he went completely out of his mind, because Gakuto was making these little "Mmmmmmm" noises while he lapped right...over...
Yuushi twitched and groaned and gasped and spread his legs as wide as they'd go (which wasn't nearly as far as Gakuto's, because he wasn't bendy after all).
And then, just as Yuushi felt himself near coming from that sensation alone, Gakuto stopped.
"I take it you're ready," Gakuto smirked. And climbed up over Yuushi's body.
"W-wai--AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH..." Yuushi's hand fisted in the sheet. He'd been about to tell Gakuto not to forget to stretch him slowly, because Yuushi was pretty unfamiliar to the process, but somehow the hot slippery syrup was coating Gakuto's member too, because it popped into the ring of Yuushi's muscles like it was meant to be there.
"OOOOHHHH..." Gakuto moaned in return, his heart-shaped face framing a mouth open in a perfect O. Without remorse, Gakuto shoved himself in deeper, and Yuushi felt the push and pain and burn but most of all just felt a YEARNING for more. "Wait for -- wh-wh-what, Yuushi?" Gakuto panted out, and with a final THRUST got himself up there.
"NNhhh...nothing -- aah, FUCK me, Gakuto..."
Yuushi swore he caught another little glimmer of glee in his partner's eyes, but that was swiftly followed by a wide-mouthed expression of surprise as Gakuto figured out that the other side of the equation was ..."Fuck...so gooooood..."
Oh no, part of Yuushi's brain whimpered in momentary panic, does that mean I won't get to top him any more? He mourned the loss of that fine ass under his hips, but only until Gakuto pulled partway out and slipped back in again -- and again -- and again, hips moving in a hungry rhythm.
Gakuto's eyes were closed. Yuushi's eyes were open. He wrapped a hand around his own member, thinking that Gakuto probably forgotten about it. Gakuto was intent -- hands braced on either side of Yuushi, mouth open in moaning pants. Yuushi looked down between his legs and saw his own hips rising to impale himself down to the dark red fur, and he felt EVERY single inch of that cock on its way in...
"...Please look at me..." Yuushi pleaded, raising his free hand to cup Gakuto's face.
And then Gakuto met Yuushi's eyes with his, slitting them open the barest bit, and they shared a long look in the middle of all of it. Then Gakuto bent to kiss him, working some of that strawberry syrup around Yuushi's mouth with his tongue. It was tangy and sweet, Yuushi decided, dazed and full and aching, as the other boy paid him back thrust for thrust for their other first time.
Then, the strangest sensation -- Yuushi felt Gakuto's cock thicken and engorge, and then suddenly it was like they were both slipping and sliding in another whole realm of sensation as Gakuto slammed into him and came -- all that liquid adding to the glide and thrust and thrust and THRUST and --
"AAAHHH...FUCK--"
Back arched and eyes seeing nothing but a floating strand of maroon hair...
It took a moment.
They lay there and breathed each other's syrupy sweaty scents, gulping in panting breaths of air.
Gakuto looked up at him, eyes soft. "I think I prefer it the other way around," he said sleepily.
Yuushi blinked. "Er, are you sure?" He asked in a bit of disbelief. It wasn't that bottoming was horrible, but...
"Yeah," Gakuto muttered, and Yuushi winced a little as Gakuto slid out and reached for the handy wipes. "This part is way too much work."
"Er," Yuushi blinked. And then smiled his slow tensai grin. "I'll be more than happy to resume duties, sir," Yuushi replied, and his spent cock twitched a little in salute.
Pairing: Katsu no wa Dirty Pair!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Konomi sensei no PoT desu
Author's Note: For the brilliant artist hyatt_ayanami.
*
Yuushi was having trouble focusing on the lesson. He wasn't even sure why he had to give this lesson anyway; it wasn't as if Gakuto was EVER having sex with anyone else, EVER. But Gakuto had insisted, and so Yuushi found himself in a very compromising position indeed, staring down at his lover's seriously wiggly bottom as the other boy lay between his legs.
"And now what? Come on, Yuushi. Focus a little!" Gakuto's voice was excited and a little annoyed.
Yuushi took another deep breath. Do NOT look at the pale round globes of Gakuto's ass as he rubbed himself unconsciously against the narrow dorm bed. Do NOT think about how just last night, I parted those soft cheeks and gently explored the space within, first with my tongue, next with my finger, and next...
"HEY! Are you woolgathering? Thinking about calculus?" Gakuto snarked, mouth slowly working up Yuushi's thigh. "Mind telling me what to do next?"
Yuushi sighed and got up onto his elbows. "Er, well, whatever you like, for a little while, until you think I'm ready to go."
Gakuto stared up at him, blushing. "But how do I know that?"
Yuushi smiled back down at him. "You'll know, darlin'. I usually wait until you're sayin' something like, 'Oh GOD Yuushi please put your cock in my --'"
Gakuto pinched a tender expanse of thigh and Yuushi yelped. "Okay, okay, I get the idea," Gakuto said, and then, instead of getting back to work, he popped open the lotion and looked at it thoughtfully. "This doesn't taste very good, does it."
"No," Yuushi admitted.
"Stay here."
Yuushi raised his eyebrow but stayed still as his (lusciously-bottomed) partner reached over to the small refridgerator and got out the strawberry sauce.
Yuushi blinked. Well, okay.
But then, instead of pouring it all over Yuushi and lapping it up, Gakuto went for the microwave.
"Gakuto, weren't you doing something?" Yuushi said, a little impatient. He felt a bit foolish lying there, and felt his erection flagging just a bit. Flagging despite the hotness of his partner, who was looking at him seductively over his shoulder from the microwave, ass clenched just a bit and tipped to the side because his knee was out (okay, the erection was back).
Gakuto scowled a little. "It feels weird when it's cold," he explained, waited thirty seconds, and got the strawberry sauce out of the microwave. Then Gakuto clambered back between Yuushi's legs and sat there for a moment. He poured a little of the strawberry sauce onto his hand. And very, very carefully, he lapped it all up, making sure to get every little bit off his fingers.
Yuushi stared in fascination, watching the tongue work its way into every nook and cranny, delicate little licks that would sure feel good riiiiight in his...
"Gaakuto..." Yuushi groaned, feeling his cock twitch. He spread his legs a little and tilted his hips up, hoping that maybe his partner would take the hint.
Gakuto looked up at him from under his eyelashes. "I have to make sure it tastes okay," he explained, but then took pity on Yuushi and upturned the squeeze bottle of warm strawberry syrup over Yuushi's balls. But then Gakuto simply sat and watched the syrup drip.
...That was okay, because the feeling was unbelievable. Yuushi's breath went faster as the slow ooze of syrup caressed his balls and ran beneath them, running in a wet rivulet down his cleft.
THEN Gakuto bent down and did what Yuushi'd been hankering for, sucking slowly at Yuushi's balls until the tensai's eyes felt like they were imploding and his hands were fisting in the redhead's neat little bob, rearranging it into a hot, tangled mess. And after that, Yuushi's back arched off the bed and he went completely out of his mind, because Gakuto was making these little "Mmmmmmm" noises while he lapped right...over...
Yuushi twitched and groaned and gasped and spread his legs as wide as they'd go (which wasn't nearly as far as Gakuto's, because he wasn't bendy after all).
And then, just as Yuushi felt himself near coming from that sensation alone, Gakuto stopped.
"I take it you're ready," Gakuto smirked. And climbed up over Yuushi's body.
"W-wai--AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH..." Yuushi's hand fisted in the sheet. He'd been about to tell Gakuto not to forget to stretch him slowly, because Yuushi was pretty unfamiliar to the process, but somehow the hot slippery syrup was coating Gakuto's member too, because it popped into the ring of Yuushi's muscles like it was meant to be there.
"OOOOHHHH..." Gakuto moaned in return, his heart-shaped face framing a mouth open in a perfect O. Without remorse, Gakuto shoved himself in deeper, and Yuushi felt the push and pain and burn but most of all just felt a YEARNING for more. "Wait for -- wh-wh-what, Yuushi?" Gakuto panted out, and with a final THRUST got himself up there.
"NNhhh...nothing -- aah, FUCK me, Gakuto..."
Yuushi swore he caught another little glimmer of glee in his partner's eyes, but that was swiftly followed by a wide-mouthed expression of surprise as Gakuto figured out that the other side of the equation was ..."Fuck...so gooooood..."
Oh no, part of Yuushi's brain whimpered in momentary panic, does that mean I won't get to top him any more? He mourned the loss of that fine ass under his hips, but only until Gakuto pulled partway out and slipped back in again -- and again -- and again, hips moving in a hungry rhythm.
Gakuto's eyes were closed. Yuushi's eyes were open. He wrapped a hand around his own member, thinking that Gakuto probably forgotten about it. Gakuto was intent -- hands braced on either side of Yuushi, mouth open in moaning pants. Yuushi looked down between his legs and saw his own hips rising to impale himself down to the dark red fur, and he felt EVERY single inch of that cock on its way in...
"...Please look at me..." Yuushi pleaded, raising his free hand to cup Gakuto's face.
And then Gakuto met Yuushi's eyes with his, slitting them open the barest bit, and they shared a long look in the middle of all of it. Then Gakuto bent to kiss him, working some of that strawberry syrup around Yuushi's mouth with his tongue. It was tangy and sweet, Yuushi decided, dazed and full and aching, as the other boy paid him back thrust for thrust for their other first time.
Then, the strangest sensation -- Yuushi felt Gakuto's cock thicken and engorge, and then suddenly it was like they were both slipping and sliding in another whole realm of sensation as Gakuto slammed into him and came -- all that liquid adding to the glide and thrust and thrust and THRUST and --
"AAAHHH...FUCK--"
Back arched and eyes seeing nothing but a floating strand of maroon hair...
It took a moment.
They lay there and breathed each other's syrupy sweaty scents, gulping in panting breaths of air.
Gakuto looked up at him, eyes soft. "I think I prefer it the other way around," he said sleepily.
Yuushi blinked. "Er, are you sure?" He asked in a bit of disbelief. It wasn't that bottoming was horrible, but...
"Yeah," Gakuto muttered, and Yuushi winced a little as Gakuto slid out and reached for the handy wipes. "This part is way too much work."
"Er," Yuushi blinked. And then smiled his slow tensai grin. "I'll be more than happy to resume duties, sir," Yuushi replied, and his spent cock twitched a little in salute.