Type: Bug
Nature: Impish
SatoshixCitron (atleast in the blowjob/imagination scene)
Song inspiration: "Fly on the Wall" by T.A.T.U.
It had been going on for about a month. Every time they had stayed at a Pokemon Centre, either his conditioner, lotion or something out of his backpack would go missing. He knew Satoshi wouldn't do it, he wasn't 'bishounen' (as he often called him), so he never used such things. So, where did everything go?
To solve the problem, he created a super mini sized camera that could be easily stuck on the wall discretely with tiny hooks that'd catch the wallpaper. It looked like the tiniest of Bachuru, although it had great recording quality. On the other end, he programmed his hand-held map* to recieve the footage.
Now the inventor sat alone in Centre's Cafeteria. Satoshi had vanished just a little earlier. And although he was concerned that the teen wasn't at dinner, he wasn't going to try to be his mom and nag him to come along. He probably just went out to the Centre's battle field for last minute training before bed..
Citron took a bite of stew, and pushed an earphone into his ear.
"Let's see.." The program started up as the camera focused on the room the two would be sharing.
Nothing unusual..
It looked perfectly fine. The room was appeared empty. Everything sat in it's place, just as they had left it earlier. The faint glow of a side table lamp was the only thing illuminating the small room. He probably just forgot to turn it off, right?
He took another bite of food, and menuvered the little bug Pokemon camera. It moved silently along the wall.
Good.. good.. good..
OH MY ARCEUS!
He spat hot tea over the table, embarrasement painting his face a scarlet red. Quickly, he slammed the screen closed, fingers trembling. He felt his face drain of all colour and his heart race.
Satoshi was..
He really didn't know what he was expecting. Why couldn't it have been a mischevious Pokemon's pranks? Even a ghost would have been less bothersome than THIS. Out of all the answers he had considered, it most certainly didn't cross his mind that he'd accedentally find Satoshi pleasuring himself.
Not having an idea of what to do (or much blood left in his head), the blond teen bolted out of the Cafeteria, forgetting all about the food left on the table. He ran down a few corridors, stopping every so often to check that he wasn't being followed.
I can't go back to the room.. not yet.
He searched frantically for somewhere, anywhere, where he could safely go. All the while dealing with an internal struggle. It was getting harder and harder to think straight (or walk comfortably) as the image of Satoshi on the bed like that invaded his mind.
And although he knew he should feel guilty for spying, part of him really wanted to watch. Perhaps it was the pervish teenage boy part of his brain, or perhaps it was because he had a massive crush on the Kanto boy. Either way, all he knew was that he needed to find repreive.
He scanned the hallway, finally landing sight on a bathroom at the far end of the dorms. Nervously, he walked as quickly as possible, then quietly closed the door behind him. After checking if it was completely empty (which at 11 o'clock at night wasn't a big surprise), the inventor locked himself in a stall.
Sh-should I..?
The temptation was too great. Making sure the earphones were plugged in (to block any 'suggestive sounds'), he turned the screen back on. The image of Satoshi returned. He was laying on the bed, half naked with a familiar bottle beside him.
"Mmm.." he heard the boy moan, his hand moving up and down liberally applying (what he recognised as his body lotion) to his cock. Well, that explains where his stuff kept going. Apparently not being a 'bishounen' didn't keep him from using that there.
Note to self, buy that lotion again..and actually, try that too..
"Ci-.." The Kalosian perked up, curiousity burning in his pale blue eyes. He moved the analog controller, bringing the camera bug closer. Satoshi's needy moans filled his ears. He felt his heart pounding hard against his chest.
Subconciously, his own hand traveled down between his legs, feeling his own need growing. He squeezed and rubbed himself from outside the fabric, getting more and more excited with every sweet sound he heard.
What is he saying?..
"Ci-Citron.. ohh.." The raven haired teen kept going, occasionally muttering his name again and again. The peach coloured flush across his face deepening the further along he got.
He-he's saying my name?!
Satoshi's whines and lustful whimpers slowly grew louder as he played with himself. Occasionally he'd move to his chest, and pinch or roll a nipple before returning to his lap. His breathing was laboured, but steady.
By now, the inventor really had no choice, he was completely hard, and desperately had to do something. Carefully, he unzipped his jeans, touching himself while listening to his friend's horny moans.
Was he just imagining things? Was Satoshi really masturbating to thoughts of him? If so, what was he thinking of?
I never knew he was into guys..
Citron continued working on himself with one hand, using the other to bring the camera as close as possible to the boy. His brain whirled, conguring devious ideas for what would happen if he went up to the room. Perhaps he'd let him blow him, or if they were REALLY into it...
But that wouldn't happen, atleast not yet. It wouldn't exactly go well if their conversation went: "Oh hi, Satoshi! I was just watching you jerk off on my little Bachuru camera when I thought, hey, why not give you a hand?". No, that wouldn't be good. For now, he'd bite the forbidden fruit and admire from afar. Maybe later he'd approach him when there was more blood in his head.
He watched, completely absorbed in Satoshi's mewls of pleasure and his own dirty thoughts.
(in Citron's imagination)
"Oh, fuck.." The inventor moaned, pressing his member further down Satoshi's throat. The wet warmth of the boy's tounge running up and down the shaft made him shiver, desperate for more contact. "pl-please.."
"'Please' what?.." The boy paused, breifly removing Citron's dick from his mouth. He gave the head a flick of his tounge, tasting the precum like candy.
He couldn't ask for a hotter scene. Satoshi was on his knees in all his shirtless glory. His tanned skin glowing with a thin sheet of sweat. The mess of dark hair on his head even more tusseled that usual with Citron's fingers tugging on it. The Kanto boy grinned, planting light kisses down his member.
"Please..C-can you take it all?" he panted as he looked down, his pale eyes locking on Satoshi's firey amber ones.
Maybe he'd cum on his chest, or maybe he'd finish in his mouth. If he did, would the boy spit or swallow? Their faces were flushed, wanting each other so badly it hurt. Satoshi smiled at him, lips shiny with saliva.
"Let's find out." With that, his mouth was wrapped tightly around him again, going all the way down on him. As he felt the back of his throat, the boy let out a small gag, but quickly recovered, pumping him faster and faster.
"O-oh.. deeper, again.. a-again.. mm" Citron's fingers curled at the base of Satoshi's neck, pushing him further down on him gently. He heard another breif gag and felt a hand grip his thigh, finger nails digging into his pale skin. Satoshi stopped, pulling back for air. His chest heaved as he positioned himself in his lap right above his cock.
"Let me know when you're ready.." The dark haired teen placed the head of his member at his entrance, slowly sitting down on it, little by little. "C-Citron.."
"Oh..shit.." the blond's head sank, feeling pure bliss as his partner came down lower and lower on him until he was completely inside. Involentarily, he thrusted forward, needing more as the bubbling hot sensation in his stomach was building. "Sa-Satoshi, I ne-"
A sudden sound brought him back to reality. His eyes flashed to the camera screen. Satoshi let out a loud whine, one hand working furiously on himself while the other clutched at the sheets.
"Ci-Citron, I- I gotta.. o-ohhh..." The boy's body convulsed as he came hard, his head falling back onto the pillow.
That's when Citron lost it. With a few more pumps, he burst, spilling hot sticky seed all over the front of his hoodie.
"Sa-toshi.." he gasped, volts of pleasure pulsing through his body like electricity. With a clatter, the screen he had been using to spy on him fell to the bathroom floor. For a minute, the boy rode out the after shocks of his orgasm, the stars behind his eyes starting to return to normal. Coming back to reality, he sat up, trying to calm his racing heart.
Wow..
He looked at his hand, surprised that there was still more cum on it, then wiped it clean before picking the screen up again. His pale eyes widened in shock.
"S-Satoshi?!" Stairing back at him through the screen, the Kanto boy was smirking mischeviously, still trying to regain his breathe. The blond felt his face breakout into a brilliant blush. "Oh no no no no no!"
"Hey, Citron" Satoshi winked, unable to hear the panic his friend was in. "I knew ya were there the whoooole time. I'm kinda surprised how realistic this Burchuru is. Although next time you wanna show," he leaned closer to the camera, grinning deviously. "Ya might wanna make sure I can't see the recording light. Science sure is amazing, huh?"
Citron slapped himself in the face, recalling the flickering red light on the back of the bug. Of course, he'd forgotten something so simple, and it completely gave him away. Slowly the blond stood and removed his sweater, determined to not let the rest of the centre know he'd been jacking off in the boys' bathroom. He made his way up to their room, mentally preparing for an akward embarrasing night sleeping beside Satoshi.
Thanks for reading! Please review, I plan on doing each of the other typings as well :)
