The body of the older man pressed against Shark's back was something that he had longed for since he had first met Thomas' father. He remembered their meeting clearly; Shark had called him 'Mr. Fudo', to which the man replied, "call me Yusei." And now, he was sat directly in front of him, their bodies pushed up against each other, enjoying a long ride. The vibrations of the bike didn't help much, either. With every breath he felt on his neck, every time Yusei shifted himself further up the seat and pushed more into Shark, every hum of the engine, Shark could feel himself enjoying the ride more and more. He bit back small noises a number of times, perfectly aware of the tightening pants around his crotch. He couldn't help it. He had fantasized about this for years.
By the time Yusei returned them back to Shark's house, the young teen jumped off of the bike and scrambled inside, throwing a "thanks, Mr. Fudo," behind him, making sure the older man didn't notice the apparent bulge in his pants. Immediately after Shark closed the door behind him, his fantasy came into play.
Yusei would have followed him into the house, pinned him to the door as he planted soft kisses on his neck. He wouldn't want to take the prize of Shark's first kiss, not yet. It wasn't the right time. The boy's hand wandered to his crotch, mimicing the movements of the fictional Yusei, squeezing it through his jeans. Shark fought back a frustrated moan, his dick so desperate to be removed. But Yusei would have loved his noises, the slightly annoyed expression on his face as he grew impatient for the male's touch. It was that annoyment that led Shark to drag himself up the stairs, leaning on the wall, just in case his knees gave in on the journey.
Thankfully, he had found his way to his room without falling. By now, Shark had waited far too long. He needed an outlet. Yusei would have skilfully removed his jeans with just a flick of his fingers, as opposed to the real life situation of Shark struggling to pull his trousers past his ankles. Yusei would take the chance when Shark was gently pushed onto the bed, lightly brushing his lips against Shark's own whilst kneading at the boy through his boxers. Yusei would plunge into the kiss as he slipped his hand underneath the cloth, feeling at Shark's demanding cock, the tip soaked in precum. Shark would whisper "Mr. Fudo," to which Yusei would reply, "call me Yusei."
The boxers found their way to the floor, soon followed by Shark's shirt, the boy deciding that Yusei would want to see him all in such a vulnerable state. In Shark's mind, he was certain that Yusei wouldn't know when they would be able to do this again, and he would want to enjoy every minute of it. Shark's fingers became Yusei's as they pumped at his dick, Shark swaying his hips further into his palm, as the boy's thumb was mentally replaced with Yusei's tongue, lapping over Shark's nipples, lightly nipping and sucking on them. Every time the tip of Shark's manhood was brushed, he would moan a "Yusei," becoming more and more desperate with each thrust. He wanted this. God, he needed this. And Yusei would tell him he needed it, too. The speed increased. The moans grew progressively louder. His hips raised and he threw his head back, hair spilling onto the pillow, calling out a final name before spilling into his hand.
Despite the cloudy fantasy being suddenly cleared from his vision, Shark did not feel empty. Exhausted, he turned over and grabbed a tissue box from his bedside table. He knew that, even though he was alone now, there was a chance. One day, he'd give to Yusei what Yusei had given to him for so long.
