Sanji was restless as he ate dinner with Yamamoto in their room. Ever since master Jiraiya's hostage training he had wanted Yama, bad. Sighing heavily, the boy snagged another piece of fish between his chopsticks. He wasn't sure if his mate had realized how aroused he was, because in past experience Yamamoto was somewhat of a sex fiend and would jump on any chance to join with his uke. During mating season last year Sanji hadn't been able to sit down anywhere, Yama had fucked him every possible way in every possible place. They'd even done it in Lady Tsunade's office. Don't bother asking how they managed that one.
Just remembering that made his cock twitch, Sanji knew he needed it, and he needed it NOW. Thinking to himself, he quickly devised a plan. Instead of drinking his normal cup of green tea, he reached over the table and grabbed the pitcher of sake. Knowing this would only make him want Yama more, Sanji only poured himself a single cup, and, being a notorious lightweight, became drunk immediately.
Yamamoto Taisho had seen the whole thing, and though he wasn't aware of Sanji's arousal, anytime his mate drank there was always a reason. The clatter of dishes shook Yama out of his thoughts, as an unsteady Sanji tottered over to him on the other side of the table.
"Yamaaaaaaa" the small boy half whined half sang, "you are soooooo cute! You know that?"
Sighing, the larger male turned from his meal and pulled the singing shinobi into his lap.
"Yes Sanji, I did know that."
Sanji grabbed the man's face in his two hands, "Reeaaaalllllyyyyyyy?" he sang.
"Really." Yamamoto grinned; he didn't normally get to see this unreserved side of his mate. Usually the boy was shy and blushed if they even held hands, though they had been with each other countless times. But Drunk Sanji? No, Drunk Sanji told him exactly what he was feeling.
"Yamaaaaaaaaaaa,"
"Yes Sanji?"
Sanji Mizuki leaned in, till he was only inches from his mates face, "Yamaaaaaaaaaa, my mate, fuck me!"
Well, that was straightforward.
"W-what?" Yamamoto was stunned, never had Sanji ever said anything like that in his entire life.
"ARE YOU DEAF YAMA? FUCK ME. THAT'S F-U-C-K"
"Alright, I get it." Yama grinned, sex with Drunk Sanji? This should be interesting.
Wasting no time he picked up his very intoxicated little mate and placed him gently down on the futon.
"NO! NO! NO!" Sanji shrieked as soon as his back touched the floor, " I WANT IT STANDING UP"
Standing up? Drunk Sanji was full of surprises. Yama had once heard an old man say drunk words are sober thoughts. Had Sanji really wanted to experiment like this before? He should just say these things, Yama thought irritably. However, the feeling of lust pooling in his groin distracted him from these thoughts.
"Standing up huh? Alright then. Off with the clothes Sanji"
Suprisingly, he did just that. In all his life Yamamoto Taisho had always undressed his mate, but now he was just enjoying the show.
"D-don't stare at me like that Yama." A heavy blush adorned the submissive boy's fairy like face. His green eyes cast down in embarrassment. There it was! That hint of the Sanji Yamamoto knew and loved.
"Fuck! I can't wait anymore!"
Taisho pounced on his mate, quickly removing the rest of his clothes, as well as his own. Lifting the small boy in air, he made sure Sanji locked his legs around his waist before lowering the boy onto his waiting member. As soon as it entered him Sanji cried out in relief. He needed this. His own member was swollen and begging for attention.
Reaching down, he grasped it and began to stroke himself in time with Yamamoto's thrusts.
Since Sanji is so aroused I should take it slow and steady. That way, I can enjoy this for as long as possible. Drunk Sanji is so honest; this is the perfect time to ask him some things.
"Sanji," Taisho grunted
"Y-yes Yaaaaama" the uke moaned.
"What do you like most about me?"
A second passed, all that could be heard was quiet squelching as the larger male slowly fucked his mate.
"I l-like how you're so confident, and how you always proteeecccct me." The blonde finally replied. That answer was satisfactory, what else did he really need to know?
Yama grasped his mate's milky thighs, and, lifting him for a brief second, slammed him down onto his cock. Sanji screamed, as he often did when things got more intense and threw his arms around Yama's neck. Taking the cue Taisho slammed into him again and again relishing in the cries of his mate, till eventually he took hold of the boy's chin and tilted it upwards meeting their mouths. Sanji submitted instantly and Yama thrusted even harder as his reward. However, with this much stimulation, neither could last very long. Sanji came first, causing him to tighten up which pushed his mate to the edge.
Panting heavily Yama pulled out of Sanji's pussy, and proceeded to enter his ass. His mates hermaphroditism made sex much more intense, and Sanji had never had an identity issue. He was a man, who was mated to a man, who loved him no matter what.
Pussies are nice and all, but to Taisho his mates back entrance was far superior. The tightness often spurred him to stay inside Sanji overnight, rather than pulling out.
However, this only happened outside of Sanji's fertile days, because both as the uke in a homosexual mating and as someone with a working uterus and fallopian tubes he could easily become pregnant. Yama was taking a risk even today by not using their normal protection.
"Y-yam-ma" Sanji's broken speech snapped Taisho out of his thoughts.
"Yes Sanji?"
"This is a seeecccrreeettt but, e-ever s-since Master Jiraaaaiya's hostage training I've wanted you reeeaaalllyyy bad."
So that's why he drank, he didn't have the confidence to tell me but he still needed it. I'll never stop teasing him about this. Since he wants it so bad, I think he could take it a little harder.
Yamamoto, still thoroughly pounding into his mate's entrance, walked over to the nearest wall. Now, with it supporting most of Sanji's weight, he could go much faster.
Sanji knew something was up, for starters Yama was moving, not just his hips but he was walking. Also, he stopped when Sanji's back hit something, the wall? Suddenly, Yamamoto unwrapped his mate's legs from around his waist and, holding them up from directly under the knee, slammed into Sanji at twice the previous speed.
"Y-yama w-what are you- FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
The blonde couldn't breathe, he couldn't even move; the only thing he could feel was his ebony haired mate inside him, rubbing and pressing and fucking him into oblivion. Every hair on Sanji's body was standing at attention, his skin was tingling and the place where he joined with his mate felt better than anything he'd ever felt before.
"How does it feel Sanji?" a grinning Yamamoto inquired.
"Guh" was all the smaller boy could manage.
No matter what Yama did there was always an intense amount of pressure on Sanji's prostate and every movement caused another wave of pleasure to crash down on the couple. Time was a complete blur at this point but Yama later estimated that their mating had lasted maybe 30 minutes. It felt like forever to Sanji, who was currently so overstimulated that practically every other thrust he came a little on his stomach, a sight that his seme thoroughly enjoyed. However, one particularly powerful stroke sent the uke on edge of his actual orgasm.
"Yama, I'm cumming! " the blonde cried.
"It's alright, go ahead" his mate replied.
Yama quickly pulled Sanji off the wall and straight into a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and both were thrown into the most powerful orgasm they'd ever shared. Breaking away from Yamamoto, the Sanji arched his back and cried out his mates name just as Yama moaned his. A small stream of white liquid flowed down Sanji ass and onto the ground, quickly created a small puddle.
"You-you came lots, Yama"
Simply nodding, Yamamoto took to the task of aftercare. Normally he'd use a damp cloth, as Sanji found the normal use of tongue highly embarrassing. However, with a glance at his mates drunken, half conscious state Yama assumed he wouldn't mind. There was something incredibly intimate about cleaning his mate that the ebony haired Chochukai loved. Running his tongue over Sanji's chest and stomach, lapping up his mate's spunk, and then cleaning the area around both his entrances before reaching for a cloth to wipe himself down. That is, until a small hand grabbed his.
"No, I-I want to do it" Sanji said softly, a dark blush dusting his pale skin.
Surprised, and yet oddly pleased, Yamamoto leaned back on his hands and opened his legs slightly for his mate. The blonde sat up, and began crawling towards his mate, his tongue out slightly, unsurely. When he finally reached a close enough distance, Sanji tentatively swiped his tongue over Yama's rib cage, earning a low growl of approval from his seme. With new confidence the smaller boy placed his hands on Taisho's chest and dragged his tongue all over his body, making small circles all over his mates stomach, chest, and neck. Sanji's tongue trailed downward till he reached Yama's pelvis. Removing his tongue, and causing his pleasure ridden mate to look down at him, Sanji moved his hands to his mate's thighs and looked downwards.
Yamamoto was hard again, and still covered in his own, and Sanji's, juices. Sanji leaned down till he was face to face with it and, to his utmost embarrassment, took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of mating. This alone had the demon side of his seme clawing to the surface, his mate smelling him, imprinting on him. Slowly and carefully Sanji descended on Yama's member, opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue out.
The inside of Sanji's mouth was warm and the rough feel of his tongue circling his member almost forced Yamamoto to climax right then and there. The smaller boy began to bob his head, trying his best to both pleasure and clean his mate.
Yama's so big, I'm practically choking. It's so hard to breathe like this, but I want to make him feel good. It smells like sex and my...inside me? I can feel it twitching in my mouth it's so hot it might burn my mouth. Is Yama going to release again?
Both the feeling and the knowledge of the fact the his mate, his Sanji, is willingly sucking him proved to be too much for Yamamoto, and with a short hiss, he came in Sanji's mouth. The blonde's cheeks quickly ballooned and he began to swallow in an attempt to hold in everything Taisho released.
There's so much, it tastes bitter and little sweet. There's so much, but I don't want to let any out, my Yama gave this to me. It's like milk, it's good.
Sanji's eyes dropped, and his throat bobbed with every mouthful he swallowed. Eventually he sat up, liquid streaming from one corner of his mouth and he quickly wiped it away. Sitting back on his heels, he looked up at Yama, eyes shining, as if expecting praise. Seeing this, the larger man smiled.
"That was amazing Sanji," he grinned " maybe you'll do it again for me sometime?"
The blonde blushed. Yamamoto looked at himself and his mate, deeming the cleanliness satisfactory he suddenly grabbed his mate, eliciting a squeal and carried him over to the futon. There they lay, with Yama's arms around Sanji, who faced him, humming softly. This was paradise. As soon as Sanji was asleep Yamamoto brewed a pot of coffee to deal with the hangover his mate would surely have in the morning.