Loving Hands
By kira
Author's note: Thanks to Hime-sama for the title, you're the best!
Also this was originally written for LJ's IYHed comm., but I decided to go with a different story for their "Hands" prompt instead.
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Jakotsu closed his eyes and sighed softly. Bankotsu had taken his face in his hands and the cross-dresser loved the feel of them against his skin. They were rough and calloused from hefting his Banryuu in battle, and afterwards from honing the blade to keep it sharp. They were also very capable hands that not only saved his life on occasion, but they could bring him such sweet pleasure with a simple caress. Or like now when they held his face as their owner leaned in to kiss him. Breaking the kiss, Bankotsu gently rubbed his thumb against Jakotsu's lower lip. The cross-dresser kissed it as the younger boy moved to trail a line of butterfly soft kisses across his jaw line and down his neck.
Bankotsu pushed and tugged at the neckline of his paramour's gaudy kimono, exposing the pale flesh, the calloused surface of his palm making Jakotsu's skin break out in gooseflesh. It was not long before he had pushed the brightly colored silk down off the cross-dresser's shoulders, baring his torso. Jakotsu slipped the sleeves from his arms and a quick tug on his obi left the older boy completely naked. He moaned softly when his young lover placed his hands on his chest, gently easing him onto his back.
Jakotsu brought his hands up, enfolding Bankotsu in his embrace as they kissed. Running his hands down the younger boy's back until he reached the waistband of his bakama, where he pulled on his kimono until it came free. He giggled when Bankotsu slipped from his grasp, sliding down the older boy's body to run his hands over the cross-dresser's torso. Jakotsu squirmed under his gentle touch, the little waves of pleasure pooling deep within his belly.
Bankotsu loved the feel of his paramour's body. Jakotsu was at once very hard and very soft, with smooth supple skin covering the hard musculature and bones beneath. He never tired of running his hands over it, exploring the cross-dresser's body as if each time was the first. Gripping the older boy's bourgeoning erection, he slowly stroked it, the rough texture of his palm quickly hardening it. Rubbing his thumb across the swollen tip, Bankotsu grinned when a soft moan escaped his paramour's lips. A few more strokes and he could see it would not be long before the older boy climaxed.
Jakotsu fisted a part of his kimono that lay bunched beneath him on the floor. His other hand scratched across the tatami. Bankotsu's actions felt good and he was quickly inching closer to his release. His muscles tensing, the cross-dresser let the pleasurable sensations wash over him as he came, spilling his hot seed all over his stomach and his lover's hand. As Jakotsu lay back, enjoying the warm afterglow of his orgasm, those same deft hands that had brought him to completion quickly found a bit of cloth to clean themselves up with. Sitting up and, rubbing his hands together, Jakotsu purred, "Now it's my turn…"