Aya tensed in surprise for a moment before returning the kiss, deepening it. For a good solid few minutes they kissed, Ken on his back and Aya above him, there tongues mating together and there breathes mingling. It was Aya who pulled back, and then for another minute the two men just stared at one another, faces flushed, breathe ragged, eyes glazed.
Ken hadn't known what possessed him to kiss Aya with such force, but he'd known why he'd wanted to. He didn't want Aya to think he didn't want him; that was the last thing he wanted Aya to think. Emboldened Ken leaned up on his elbows to press a kiss to one of Aya's ears," I want this."
The breath left Ken's body in a rough whoosh as he was pinned to the bed again, this time by his wrists. Once again his brain turned to mush as Aya's tongue invaded his mouth. Ken groaned and wrapped his arms around Aya's back. He wasn't surprised by the fact that the muscles of Aya's back were numerous and hard, he was surprised that the skin beneath the shirt that covered them was soft. His questing fingers found the edge of Aya's black shirt the same moment that Aya's teeth found the collar of his own shirt. Ken gasped when warm lips began to roam his collar bone and neck. Roaming his fingers over Aya's back, being distracted by Aya's mouth, Ken allowed his mind to cloud completely. Finding that his exploration of Aya's back had loosened the older man's shirt Ken pressed his lips to the expanse of pale shoulder that was presented to him. The groan that the simple touch pulled from Aya tickled Ken's skin, and made the brunette give a groan of his own.
When Aya tugged Ken's shirt up and over his head the brunette managed not to shudder. Other parts of his body twitched however when Aya began to languidly bathe his body in wet kisses. He didn't notice that Aya had removed his own shirt until he felt there chests make contact when Aya moved up from where he was torturing Ken's belly to press another heated kiss to the brunette's lips. He managed to keep his eyes partway open as his mouth was ruthlessly attacked and through his own lowered lashes he watched Aya.
Like the hand's that kept his captive Aya's chest was pale as ivory yet hot as fire where it pressed to his own sun browned skin. Looking to Aya's face what breathe he had caught in his throat as he saw the red-heads face, flushed, heated, and impassioned. The sight made his already tight pants even tighter to his aroused body and he moaned a little wriggling in an attempt to get Aya's attention. His wriggling only made Aya pin him harder to the bed and start moving his tongue even deeper within Ken's mouth.
"Aya", Ken managed to disengage there tongues long enough to say. Slowly the red-head pulled back tugging one last time on Ken's lower lip with his teeth before looking him in the eye. Ken whimpered and wantonly lifted his hips in silent plea. He nearly sighed when Aya released him from the confines of his cargo pants, but instead let out a strangled hiss when Aya shoved his hand into the front opening of his boxers and fingered his man hood. Throwing his head back against the mattress Ken clenched his teeth tightly. Aya stared down at his soon to be lover and on a whim bent down to lave attention on the tight buds that were now prominent on the brunette's chest. Wanting more of those little mewling sounds that worked up from the flat stomach where his free hand was resting Aya licked his way up the column of Ken's throat and set his mouth where the shoulder and neck connected, sucking on it like a rare treat. Ken sighed as he slowly spiraled down from the intensity of Aya's hand on his most private part and found that he was in a good position to lick a shell-pink ear near his head. With a wicked grin Aya suddenly bit down hard on the spot he'd been kissing, aiming to mark Ken somewhere that only he had the right to see. Ken's eyes snapped open and he actually yelped in pain into Aya's ear. When Aya removed his teeth and turned to stare at him Ken flushed to the roots of his hair and buried his head in Aya's chest to hide his face.
Ken blinked and absently rubbed his head there. He felt a rumble against his cheek and heard an odd noise above him. Had Aya just laughed? Curiously and with a wicked grin of his own Ken rubbed his head harder against the flat muscled expanse of chest above him and pulled another weird noise from Aya; apparently the icy red-head was ticklish.
"Stop that," Aya demanded shoving his hands into Ken's hair, to make the brunette look at him. The laughter in both there eyes died down to a lusty haze and soon they were kissing again as Aya started working Ken's pants and boxers down past the athletes hips, untying the orange jacket that was always wrapped around that waist like a bow that hid a present.
"Oi Aya!" The shout and pounding on the bedroom door caused Aya and Ken to freeze. Both turned there heads to the door which Youji was apparently behind.
Ken's eyes widened and he instinctively clutched Aya's wrists that were on either side of his hips.
"Aya I know your there answer me!"
Obviously Youji knew Aya was there, but Ken was relieved to note that he didn't know Ken was there either.
"What do you want Baka?" Aya said irritably letting go of the jacket he'd been untying to glare at the door.
"I was headed off to bed after watching a great soccer game when I thought to myself 'Gee, I wonder why Ken's not asking me if that was the greatest game of all time', when I remembered, 'oh yeah he was so upset about Aya ignoring him today that he didn't watch the soccer game.' Ken didn't watch the soccer game Aya!" Youji put plenty of emphasis on the last part of his statement.
Ken slapped a hand over his eyes as he started to blush," Gonna kill him!"
"Youji," Omi's soft and shocked voice joined Youji's ranting," Don't be mean just tell him that Ken was upset and leave it at that before you two start a fight."
"Youji I'm busy." Aya said flatly.
Ken's blush got a few shades darker as Aya returned to his jacket again.
"Aya don't be your typical ice-master self and take your who-knows-where-it-came-from anger out on something other then Ken, kapish? That's all I wanted to say."
Aya stopped in the act of tugging Ken's jacket loose to speak again," Youji I can assure you that tomorrow I will not ignore Ken, happy?"
"Apologize to him too."
"Youji!"
Ken could barely hear Omi's rebuke of Youji's other request for at that moment Aya had tossed his jacket onto the floor and was pulling his pants and boxers off his legs. He then bent down and licking the length of Ken's manhood. Ken let out a loud groan at the strange feeling and then slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he had just done.
"Oh for the love of…it's an apology Aya you don't have to moan about it."
Ken slapped both hands over his eyes this time at his embarrassment and Youji's stupidity.
"Fine," Aya said as he started to remove his own pants," I'll apologize to him."
"Don't be rotten about either!"
"Youji don't you know when to quit?!"
Aya who hadn't taken his gaze away from Ken the whole time stroked a hand down his thigh," Oh I don't think Ken will be mad at me."
"Fine, Goodnight!" Sounds of heavy footsteps storming down the hall made Ken wonder how Youji could be so sneaky on missions.
"Good night Aya." Omi's goodbye was much quieter, as was his retreat down the hall. Aya moved to loom over Ken," You aren't mad at me are you Kenken?"
"N…no, I'm not." Ken said carefully. Aya grinned and then carefully started to lick his long fingers. Ken didn't know how, but he was aroused by the sight of Aya's tongue caressing his fingers the way that it had earlier caressed Ken's body. His concentration was broken when Aya slid a finger into his orifice. Ken's body jerked off its own accord and Ken gripped Aya's thighs as the red-head moved to straddle him.
"Ken this will be easier if you…will you roll over?" Aya's shaky voice was what gave Ken the emotional will to do as he asked. Rolling over onto his stomach Ken turned to look over his shoulder as Aya slid another finger into him. This feeling was so much more then the first. Ken moaned and dropped his head to the pillow. The third finger that joined the others….was almost too much to comprehend as he bit his hand to keep from crying out, and writhed on the bed. Those three fingers made love to him as they stretched and moved within the hole slicked by Aya. Soon Ken was moving his hips in a silent demand for more…more then that already incredible touch. With strength he didn't know he had he turned to look over his shoulder again. The sight of Ken looking at him, his eyes desirous, biting his knuckle to silence his cries, showed Aya what his teammate wanted.
"Relax Kenken it'll make it easier."
Ken was about to ask what Aya meant but he had a pretty good idea when Aya removed his fingers and plunged inside him with something a fair bit bigger. Ken's back arched and a muffled grunt made its way around his fist.
"Ow."
Aya nearly chuckled at Ken's flat tone and small reaction to what was most likely substantial pain, but the pure pleasure he felt as Ken's tight channel squeezed him killed the laughter and he moaned instead. Unable to stop himself he moved. Ken felt blood enter his mouth from his bleeding knuckles but he felt Aya thrusting into him more. Removing his fist he put both hands on the bed to prop himself up and moved back to feel more of that wonderful, invading feeling. Sweat started to build on both there bodies and there breathing became labored. Ken moaned as Aya leaned over him and kissed his shoulder. Just when he started to feel the pressure building in his own body Aya reached under Ken's stomach to grasp the neglected arousal hidden there. Ken gasped and screwed his eyes shut tightly. Thrusting into Ken and rubbing Ken's arousal Aya said one thing before he completely lost it,
"Come with me!"
So Ken did. Both men came at nearly the same time. Ken came first spilling his seed on the sheets then nearly coming again as he felt the hot rush of Aya's seed burst within him. Both men collapsed to the sheets.
For a few blissful moments Ken was crushed comfortably beneath Aya as his body slowed from its frantic sexual race until finally he felt like he might be able to move his pinky. He felt Aya move over him and felt warm lips brush his brow along with fingers that smoothes sweat dampened hair away from his face. He nearly whimpered when Aya pulled his weight away.
"Out of the bed."
Ken felt the happy little cocoon he'd been in tear around him at Aya's words, but did as he bade. He got out of the bed and bent down to grab his pants.
So what if Aya had kissed him. So what if Aya had admitted he desired him. So what if he'd just had sex with him; it didn't mean that Aya actually liked him. Lusting and liking were two different ball games. Even though Ken knew that this was something Aya probably did he still felt dejected being kicked out of his lovers, could they call themselves that, bed right after being with him.
"What are you doing?"
Ken paused in the act of pulling on his boxers to stare back at Aya. The red-head was watching him curiously, naked in the middle of the now re-made bed. Ken blushed at the fact that the sheets stained with his seed were slung over the laundry basket in the corner and at the fact that trails of Aya's seed were still running down his legs.
"I just wanted to fix the bed you aren't getting away from me that easily."
"Oh, right…" Ken dropped his boxers and climbed back onto the bed. Aya tugged on his wrist and pulled him against his chest as they lay down. Ken blushed as he realized he was close enough to hear Aya's heart beat. He sighed in contentment though when strong arms held him close and resting his head on Aya's chest he closed his eyes.
"Kenken," Aya asked. Making a note to only let Aya use that name and to rebuke anyone else Ken looked up and blinked when his lips were caught in a sweet after-the-fun kiss.
"Goodnight."
"Good…goodnight Aya."
"Ken?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't you dare tell anyone I'm ticklish."
