"Kouta~ don't take pictures of me like this!" he complains.
"But you looked sexy," was Kouta's only defense.
"Baka."
Kouta smiled. "So… can I…. keep going?" he haltingly requested.
Hideyoshi face drained of all color, far past blushing. "y-yes. But no more flash photography you voyeur."
"Anything you say!" happily he sets his camera on a bench facing them. Little did the brunette know he turned off the flash and set the camera to capture images at minute intervals. No reason to waste such a perfect opportunity.
Before he could go back to what they were doing a thought popped into his head and he found himself blurting: "do you like me too?"
He heard Hideyoshi start laughing and looked up, unsure what was going on.
Once his giggle fit had subsided Hideyoshi spoke. "Would I have let you kiss me like that if I haven't baka? I've liked you for a while you just haven't noticed because you can't look at me without getting a nosebleed. Something about you attracts me even if you're a huge pervert."
Kouta was in front of him in an instant, kissing him again. The dominance battle of their tongues didn't last long as Hideyoshi gave into Kouta's passion quickly.
This time our neko was the first to break the kiss, lungs burning for oxygen. Kouta responded to this by pushing Hideyoshi up against the cool glass of the mirror; moving his mouth to lick and suck the other male's neck. He pushes a leg up between Hideyoshi legs to rub against his hardening erection. This tore a throaty moan from Hideyoshi lips. Apparently the pervert knew how to handle more than cameras.
Kouta spins him around and Hideyoshi braces his hands against the reflective surface. Kouta's hand slides up to tease one of Hideyoshi nipples through the shirt. He alternates biting and sucking the boy's neck; leaving many red marks on his smooth skin. His other hand flips the skirt up onto his back and yanks the panties down to Hideyoshi knees.
Hideyoshi shivers in anticipation, watching in the mirror as Kouta puts two fingers in his mouth and covers them in saliva. The ninja slides them out with a quiet slurping noise. "Hey, this is probably gonna hurt, but it will feel good after a while."
Hideyoshi nods in silent permission then gasps loudly when Kouta pushes in the first digit. It felt pretty weird but not too bad. It was when Kouta added the next finger and started scissoring that the pain came.
Without warning the fingers were taken away and Hideyoshi opened his eyes in question. Kouta was unlacing the bottom of his costume. The garment fell away with the faint sound of rustling fabric. He leans in close and pulls Hideyoshi in for a kiss as he rubs his wet tip against his waiting hole. Hideyoshi bit his lower lip, requesting Kouta get on with it.
His wish was granted as the other guy slid into him all at once. Kouta's hands slam against the glass. He forces himself to remain still so Hideyoshi can get used this before he moves inside of him. It felt like a lifetime before Hideyoshi finally rolled his hips slowly, a small sign he was ready.
Gratefully Kouta pulled back, almost going out completely and plunged back into the tight heat of the other's body. Hideyoshi again moved his hips. His skin slapped against Kouta's thighs repeatedly as they moved together. The amazing friction boosted to incomparable levels when Kouta hit his prostate, causing him to scream.
"Hush or someone might find us" Kouta whispers, reluctantly pulling out of Hideyoshi to turn him back to face him.
"I can't help it Kouta, it felt really good," Hideyoshi mumbles, "hurry up and….. –blushing deeply- get back inside."
A growl finds its way out of Kouta. He pulls Hideyoshi up by his thighs, hooking them around his waist. He then crashes his lips against Hideyoshi, thrusting back into him in a fluid motion. They set a fast pace, knowing they would not last much longer with Hideyoshi clamping down around Kouta and Kouta slamming directly into his sweet spot.
Kouta reached between their rutting bodies to start pumping Hideyoshi dripping member. It wasn't long after that Hideyoshi came, scream of ecstasy muffled by Kouta's tongue, his load splattering all over the skirt and both of their chests. Hideyoshi muscles squeezed Kouta so hard now that he couldn't stand it. He came too; semen spilling into his partner's whole.
They sink to the floor feeling very spent. When they finally come down from their highs they realize that they had been missing for a decent chunk of time. They rush to scrub off the drying cum and make themselves look presentable. This, of course, was a bit harder for Hideyoshi with it all over his clothes and his legs feeling a little wobbly.
They hurried out into the busy hallway, but not before Kouta retrieved his camera. They were heading to the classroom to help out when they heard the last voice they wanted to hear. Iron man's words boomed over the din of the students. "Those who shirk their responsibilities get detention!" he subsequently grabbed them and dragged them to class to work and informed them they would have clean-up duty after school.