Type: Normal

Nature: Quiet

Song Inspiration: "Fuck Your Body" (Male Version) by Christina Aguilara

A/N: A while ago on Tumblr, I remember a brief conversation saying, "What if Citron's really loud in bed, but gets embarrased by it?" then "but Satoshi loves it, and does all he can to make him loud?". Yeah, I can't find it right now, BUT..

There were points where Citron could be 'loud'.

More accurately, he wasn't just 'loud', he was REALLY loud.

But this was just one of the many things Satoshi absolutely loved about his modest little nerd. One minute they could be kissing gently, softly carressing every last bit of skin they could touch. Then the next, he'd be a moaning sweaty mess, begging to be bent over like a slut.

This was the situation the two teens had found themselves in tonight. Their clothes litered the floor, tossed aside and completely forgotten in their hormone induced escapades. A handful of different oddly coloured sex toys (that Citron himself invented) had fallen off the bed, replaced by something much better.

Satoshi's tanned hot skin radiated against his boyfriend's their breathe mingling as they broke a deep passionate kiss. The trainer pushed in again, relishing the euphoric look his partner got everytime he plunged into his body.

"A-ah!.."

Citron's hands flew up to his mouth, muffling the sweet sounds that came along with being Satoshi's uke.

He's doin' it again..

He grinned to himself, as his partner's desperate attempts to keep from whimpering and mewling in pleasure failed.

Wheather he liked it or not, it was blantantly obvious that Citron had little to no control over himself during sex. His normally timid and shy nature fell to pieces as he'd beg for the dirty things that his inner perv desired.

After about the third or fourth time, they started recieving complaints from whichever PokeCentre had the fortune of having them for the night.

But it simply couldn't be helped, and in all honesty, there was NO WAY Satoshi'd ever let it stop. The more Citron moaned and called out his name, the more he wanted to fuck him. He wanted to fulfill those desires, he wanted to make him cum harder again and again. He coveted every last hormone laden command that escaped his lips.

"Come on, Shiro-chan," Satoshi empisised his words with deep rythmic thrusts. "Doesn't it feel good? Don't cha just wanna burst?" he teased, bringing a hand up to the blond's thin chest and rolling a nipple between his fingers.

"Mmmph!" Citron threw his head back into the pillow, involentiarily pushing up into his boyfriend's touch. His cheeks flushed a darker pink. His lenseless eyes screwed shut, pleasure painting his face.

The trainer pushed against his lean pale legs, getting a better angle to get in even deeper. This was almost like a battle. A battle between Citron's self restraint and his own sexual prowess. And just like in their gym match, he would be the one to win.

"Tell me what ya want, I'll do it for you." Satoshi grunted again, leaning in close as he sucked the sensitive skin along his collar bone. "Just say th-"

Wordlessly, one of the inventor's hands flew down, catching Satoshi's by the wrist and bringing to his throbbing cock.

Ha! I'm winning!..

"What do I do?" He teased, gliding his fingers up and down his shaft, just skimming his hot skin. "Should I stop? Do you want me to blow you?"

"..j-jack me off.." he whispered, struggling to retain what little composure he had over his voice. It was clear he was starting to loose it. Steadily his breathing grew heavier, both hands now clawing at the sweaty dirty sheets.

"I'm sorry, Shiro-chan, ya gotta be a little louder. I didn't quite catch that." He continued, his fingertips gently brushing over his most sensitive areas. To make matters worse, he pulled himself most of the way out, just barely at his entrance.

How long could he endure this? How much longer would he be able to go before his sexy uke voice echoed through the PokeCentre's halls?

"How 'bout it, Citron? Be a good boy and scream for me." he said, his voice low and sultry.

..

..

"Damnit, Satoshi! Fuck me!" Finally he broke, desperate for more. Again, but with more force, he closed the trainer's hand around his shaft. "A-and jack me off.. please!"

"You got it." Satoshi helped him onto his stomach, and with one thrust, reentered him. He moaned, loving the wet warmth that came from Citron's insides.

"Ahhmph!" The inventor reached to cover his mouth again, only to have his wrists pinned above his head. Apparently he was still planning on trying to resist.

"Oh no, ya don't. I wanna hear you." He procedded fucking him, picking up the pace from before. The dark haired boy found an open spot on his neck, immediently sucking and nipping until a fresh hicky appeared.

"S-Satoshi! A-Ahh!" A free hand traveled between Citron's legs, pumping him as they went. "Satoshi!"

The small room grew thick with heavy panting and the scent of sex. From outside their door, the sound of passerby footsteps rushed away.

"Can ya guys keep it down?!" A flustered voice of an unknown trainer called from the opposite wall. His fist banged on the door. "Some of us don't wanna hea-"

"Hmph! A-ah!"

"ACHI KAERE!" Satoshi called out, recognizing the trainer had a Kanto accent. The unknown person didn't respond, instead leaving them to their 'fun'.

Back in the room, Citron looked back up at him.

"W-what did you say?" he panted, gazing at him with half lidded pale eyes.

"Told 'im to go away." Satoshi tightened his grip on his partner's wrists, feeling himself getting closer to his climax. He pushed deeper into Citron, earning more sweet mewls and a soft pink flush across his cheeks. "That I'm busy fuckin' a hot blonde."

"Did yo-" his sentence was cut off, the trainer locking him another kiss. They kept going, and before too long, he'd pushed them to the edge.

"I-I can't.. I got t-.. ah! a-ahh.." The inventor came hard into his hand, coating the sheets in stick hot seed. His chest heaved, trying to fill his burning lungs with air. Quickly Satoshi pulled out, bringing Citron off the side of the bed.

"Here, get on your knees." He kept one hand on the boy's shoulder, using the other to pump himself. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"In my mouth.." he panted, still trying to regain his composure. He stook out his tounge, waiting for Satoshi to treat him to his hot sticky seed.

"Promise you'll swallow?" he was getting close, so wonderfully close..

"Promise." And just like that, the trainer came, his lusty amber eyes watching as cum ran down his partner's chin. Licking it from his lips like candy. "Mmm.."

"Man, I love your voice.." The trainer gave a slight shiver, hearing the sexy little moan. Citron blushed, cleaning the few drops from his mouth. He stood, staggering slightly with a bit of pain.

"D-Don't get used to it. I'm not going to break next time.." The inventor mumbled, searching for his underwear. "You j-"

Satoshi caught his lips, holding him in a close embrace. The blond gave in, kissing back and wrapping his arms around his partner's neck.

"That's what you said last time." The trainer chuckled, smiling warmly.

"Well, I mean it." He blushed harder.

"We'll see.."

This game had become the norm. Citron'd try to control himself, Satoshi would do his best to push him. But inevitablly, it'd end up like this. And there was no other way he'd rather have it be.

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