Rest and Relaxation
Title: Rest and Relaxation
Author: shiningdrop
Pairings: 8033
Rating: R?
Warnings/Disclaimer: hinted yaoi. Amano Akira owns the characters.
Summary: Yamamoto offers to release Ryohei's tension. Two points of view.
"This feels good to the extreme.."
Ryohei could feel the tension melt away. Nimble hands spread across his back as expert fingers moved in circles.
"You have so much tension down here, Sempai," Yamamoto smiled, as he dug his fingers harder, laughing as Ryohei's face slightly flinched in pain.
Ryohei was training a bit too extreme these days. He stayed back in the boxing club longer as he pushed his muscles to the limit and sometimes over. Sometimes it took an extreme effort just to get to the door, his legs feeling heavy and body throbbing in pain. Today was one of those times. Luckily, Yamamoto was passing by and noticed Ryohei's dilemma.
"You train too hard, Sempai," Yamamoto muttered with a worried look as he moved to massaging Ryohei's shoulders. "Sometimes knowing your limit is good for you."
Ryohei simply laughed his words off, although he accepted the truth. It was slightly embarrassing for Yamamoto to see him trying so hard just to walk. It brought a sense of shame to be seen in this shape, a bit unsure when Yamamoto decided he needed a massage to ease the muscle pain.
"Ahh...yeah, that's the spot to the extreme.."
It felt good. The pain would disappear where Yamamoto's oily fingers travelled. His fingers did their magic instantly, as Yamamoto began to slowly ease the muscles in his arms.
"A good athlete knows when to stop and relax," he grinned as he saw Ryohei's head tilt back. He took his time working on the older boy's neck and chuckled when a moan escaped from Ryohei's mouth. "Feels good right?"
How could Yamamoto be wrong, Ryohei could only feel bliss in his body. His eyes rolled back as Yamamoto brushed a sensitive spot near his spine. He never let his body relax like this lately, and he could feel the difference as another he accidentally let out a soft moan. He could feel a tightening in his shorts, damn Yamamoto was good at this.
Despite his small gasps of breath and rush of blood on his face, Ryohei tried to hide the ecstasy he was feeling. It wasn't easy as Yamamoto moved in front of him, this time working on his calves so he could walk easier again. His eyes stared down at the younger man's head, moving away as he ran his hands down to his feet. Ryohei avoided eye contact as he felt all these waves of pleasure, his spine shivering as he was being tickled by those quick hands on his feet. He had to stop thinking the kind of thoughts jumping on his head, trying to resist temptation as he was having a hard time thinking of something else besides that sight of Yamamoto's head moving up and down in between his legs. Ryohei's point of view did not help to the extreme.
Ryohei was taking deep breaths as he tried to focus, glad that Yamamoto returned to his back. His body was feeling hot and his pulse was jumping, he wished the sensations would last forever. He stayed quiet as he was determined to hide his breathy voice, but his body arched as Yamamoto found another tense spot.
He bit his lip as those hands pressed on that spot on his lower back. He never knew getting massages was this good. He moved his legs restlessly as Yamamoto pressed again, failing to stop another sound from his lips. He could feel his breathing on the back of his neck. His shorts were painfully tight (good thing Yamamoto was behind him) as he couldn't take it anymore. He was hard damn it, and desperately bit his tongue as his hips move forward and tightened his buttocks, finally remembering how to breathe again.
"Is it too painful Sempai? Your muscles were tensing again," Yamamoto stopped his magic fingers.
"N-no...I can take it to the extreme," Ryohei hesitantly replied in a slightly higher pitch than normal. He slightly moved his arms in front of him, trying to cover where it felt good the most a minute ago. "That's alright, my body feels a lot better now, thanks a lot Yamamoto!"
Ryohei quickly stood up and waved his friend goodbye, as his feet shuffled quickly. He put his hand over his groin as his red, huffing face frowned, trying to hide the growing wet patch in his shorts.
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Yamamoto knew that Ryohei really needed to relax when he found him at the floor of the boxing club as he convinced him to sit down on a nearby bench. He knew what Sempai needed, as he rolled his hands around Ryohei's tense shoulders. He finally found some oil and rubbed his hands over each other before continuing back on Ryohei's back.
He had done this many times before to his dad after busy days in his dad's sushi restaurant. He was pretty confident and laughed as he heard a funny sound come from Ryohei. He moved down his back, dragging his fingers down as Ryohei leaned his head back.
Another sound escaped from his Sempai's lips as Yamamoto worked on an incredibly tense spot. He massaged those back muscles as the back of his neck shivered when he could hear Ryohei's soft and deep moans. The husky voice made him gulp as he stared at Ryohei's older back. There was no denying it, he was quickly being turned on, slyly shifting his leg positions to...erm, adjust.
Moving on to Ryohei's legs was worse, as he could see Ryohei's slightly flushed face. His view made his pants tightened even more, as directly in front of him was Ryohei's hardening bulge. His ripped abs moved up and down in an increasing pace and Yamamoto tried to hide that awkward feeling of excitement as he was rubbing Ryohei's calves. He couldn't take that view between Ryohei's legs anymore as he moved back behind the older boy.
He couldn't wipe that image burned in his head, how he wishes he could grope those fine muscles. He adjusted himself again when he remembered those hard nipples, and let out a silent moan. He was getting hard as he felt Ryohei's faster breathes, smiling at the thought he was getting Ryohei hot as well. He bit his lips as he noticed Ryohei's back shiver when his fingers grazed at a specific spot. He hurriedly let the tension melt away on that spot, as he stared at the oil drip down the contours of his back muscles, swallowing as it continued down to his Sempai's buttocks below his shorts.
Trying to distract himself he stopped as he felt all of Ryohei's lower back muscles tense instantly. He noticed a soft, breathy moan, and shut his eyes as he realised what Ryohei's body was doing. "Is it too painful Sempai? Your muscles were tensing again..."
"N-no...I can take it to the extreme," Ryohei hesitantly replied in a slightly higher pitch than normal. A funny voice, Yamamoto thought as the older boy hurriedly got to his feet. "That's alright, my body feels a lot better now, thanks a lot Yamamoto!"
Yamamoto smiled and finally exhaled when Ryohei ran into the door. His face was red and began to look for something to wipe his hands, as well as another mess down his pants.
Author: shiningdrop
Pairings: 8033
Rating: R?
Warnings/Disclaimer: hinted yaoi. Amano Akira owns the characters.
Summary: Yamamoto offers to release Ryohei's tension. Two points of view.
"This feels good to the extreme.."
Ryohei could feel the tension melt away. Nimble hands spread across his back as expert fingers moved in circles.
"You have so much tension down here, Sempai," Yamamoto smiled, as he dug his fingers harder, laughing as Ryohei's face slightly flinched in pain.
Ryohei was training a bit too extreme these days. He stayed back in the boxing club longer as he pushed his muscles to the limit and sometimes over. Sometimes it took an extreme effort just to get to the door, his legs feeling heavy and body throbbing in pain. Today was one of those times. Luckily, Yamamoto was passing by and noticed Ryohei's dilemma.
"You train too hard, Sempai," Yamamoto muttered with a worried look as he moved to massaging Ryohei's shoulders. "Sometimes knowing your limit is good for you."
Ryohei simply laughed his words off, although he accepted the truth. It was slightly embarrassing for Yamamoto to see him trying so hard just to walk. It brought a sense of shame to be seen in this shape, a bit unsure when Yamamoto decided he needed a massage to ease the muscle pain.
"Ahh...yeah, that's the spot to the extreme.."
It felt good. The pain would disappear where Yamamoto's oily fingers travelled. His fingers did their magic instantly, as Yamamoto began to slowly ease the muscles in his arms.
"A good athlete knows when to stop and relax," he grinned as he saw Ryohei's head tilt back. He took his time working on the older boy's neck and chuckled when a moan escaped from Ryohei's mouth. "Feels good right?"
How could Yamamoto be wrong, Ryohei could only feel bliss in his body. His eyes rolled back as Yamamoto brushed a sensitive spot near his spine. He never let his body relax like this lately, and he could feel the difference as another he accidentally let out a soft moan. He could feel a tightening in his shorts, damn Yamamoto was good at this.
Despite his small gasps of breath and rush of blood on his face, Ryohei tried to hide the ecstasy he was feeling. It wasn't easy as Yamamoto moved in front of him, this time working on his calves so he could walk easier again. His eyes stared down at the younger man's head, moving away as he ran his hands down to his feet. Ryohei avoided eye contact as he felt all these waves of pleasure, his spine shivering as he was being tickled by those quick hands on his feet. He had to stop thinking the kind of thoughts jumping on his head, trying to resist temptation as he was having a hard time thinking of something else besides that sight of Yamamoto's head moving up and down in between his legs. Ryohei's point of view did not help to the extreme.
Ryohei was taking deep breaths as he tried to focus, glad that Yamamoto returned to his back. His body was feeling hot and his pulse was jumping, he wished the sensations would last forever. He stayed quiet as he was determined to hide his breathy voice, but his body arched as Yamamoto found another tense spot.
He bit his lip as those hands pressed on that spot on his lower back. He never knew getting massages was this good. He moved his legs restlessly as Yamamoto pressed again, failing to stop another sound from his lips. He could feel his breathing on the back of his neck. His shorts were painfully tight (good thing Yamamoto was behind him) as he couldn't take it anymore. He was hard damn it, and desperately bit his tongue as his hips move forward and tightened his buttocks, finally remembering how to breathe again.
"Is it too painful Sempai? Your muscles were tensing again," Yamamoto stopped his magic fingers.
"N-no...I can take it to the extreme," Ryohei hesitantly replied in a slightly higher pitch than normal. He slightly moved his arms in front of him, trying to cover where it felt good the most a minute ago. "That's alright, my body feels a lot better now, thanks a lot Yamamoto!"
Ryohei quickly stood up and waved his friend goodbye, as his feet shuffled quickly. He put his hand over his groin as his red, huffing face frowned, trying to hide the growing wet patch in his shorts.
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Yamamoto knew that Ryohei really needed to relax when he found him at the floor of the boxing club as he convinced him to sit down on a nearby bench. He knew what Sempai needed, as he rolled his hands around Ryohei's tense shoulders. He finally found some oil and rubbed his hands over each other before continuing back on Ryohei's back.
He had done this many times before to his dad after busy days in his dad's sushi restaurant. He was pretty confident and laughed as he heard a funny sound come from Ryohei. He moved down his back, dragging his fingers down as Ryohei leaned his head back.
Another sound escaped from his Sempai's lips as Yamamoto worked on an incredibly tense spot. He massaged those back muscles as the back of his neck shivered when he could hear Ryohei's soft and deep moans. The husky voice made him gulp as he stared at Ryohei's older back. There was no denying it, he was quickly being turned on, slyly shifting his leg positions to...erm, adjust.
Moving on to Ryohei's legs was worse, as he could see Ryohei's slightly flushed face. His view made his pants tightened even more, as directly in front of him was Ryohei's hardening bulge. His ripped abs moved up and down in an increasing pace and Yamamoto tried to hide that awkward feeling of excitement as he was rubbing Ryohei's calves. He couldn't take that view between Ryohei's legs anymore as he moved back behind the older boy.
He couldn't wipe that image burned in his head, how he wishes he could grope those fine muscles. He adjusted himself again when he remembered those hard nipples, and let out a silent moan. He was getting hard as he felt Ryohei's faster breathes, smiling at the thought he was getting Ryohei hot as well. He bit his lips as he noticed Ryohei's back shiver when his fingers grazed at a specific spot. He hurriedly let the tension melt away on that spot, as he stared at the oil drip down the contours of his back muscles, swallowing as it continued down to his Sempai's buttocks below his shorts.
Trying to distract himself he stopped as he felt all of Ryohei's lower back muscles tense instantly. He noticed a soft, breathy moan, and shut his eyes as he realised what Ryohei's body was doing. "Is it too painful Sempai? Your muscles were tensing again..."
"N-no...I can take it to the extreme," Ryohei hesitantly replied in a slightly higher pitch than normal. A funny voice, Yamamoto thought as the older boy hurriedly got to his feet. "That's alright, my body feels a lot better now, thanks a lot Yamamoto!"
Yamamoto smiled and finally exhaled when Ryohei ran into the door. His face was red and began to look for something to wipe his hands, as well as another mess down his pants.