Warning: Continued Citrus

Celebrations

Chapter Four: Showers

Yokozawa no sooner stepped into the shower than he felt large, strong hands on his shoulders. He hadn't even had a chance to get used to the kiss of the hot spray on his skin, before Kirishima backed him up against the tiled wall and began showering him with his own.

Kirishima's hands slipped off Yokozawa's shoulders, down his lean arms, and entwined their fingers. Once he'd captured Yokozawa's hands, he lifted them and pressed them up on either side of his lover's dark head.

Yokozawa felt the slippery tiles of the shower walls against the backs of his hands. His shoulders and ass collided with the wall soon after as Kirishima leaned into him. He was about to complain about being manhandled (not that he truly minded it), but before he could even utter a good growl, the mouth that had been grazing along his collarbones, slipped up and enveloped his lips, cutting off any protests.

A muscular thigh slipped between his legs and pressed against his rising sac. Yokozawa felt a stiff cock brush hot against his hip and grunted as Kirishima's thigh pressed higher. Against Kirishima's petitioning mouth, he "grrred".

This made Kirishima smile in the midst of their kiss. Yokozawa could feel this shift in expression though his eyes were closed. He blinked slowly open and found Kirishima gazing intently back, a dozen different flames of pleasure burning brightly in brown eyes.

Kirishima pulled back from his grinned kiss. His smile stole Yokozawa's breath.

Cautiously Kirishima released Yokozawa's hands, though they hovered above them a moment in case he lashed out. Brow twitching at this challenge, after a moment of intense internal debate, Yokozawa did move them; but rather than reach out and push Kirishima away, he slid them slowly up the wall further and tucked them behind his shaggy wet head.

Seeing this, Kirishima's grin widened.

"Such a good boy, Taka-chan."

Leaning back in, Kirishima gave a gentle kiss in reward, one far more tender than his previous attentions. His hands moved to cup each side of Yokozawa's jaw. When he pulled back from their oral embrace, he brushed a thumb over his lover's kiss bruised bottom lip.

"Do you know what you do to me, Takafumi?"

Yokozawa said nothing, but his twitching brow and cock spoke eloquently for him: Kirishima was not the only one stirred.

Kirishima felt his lover's member start. He dropped one hand to stroke Yokozawa's rigid dick again as he lowered his head down and began placing a number of gentle biting kisses on his neck.

Gray eyes closed at the thrill of the mouth on his sensitive skin. Yokozawa tightened the grip of his hands in his hair as he tipped his jaw up and refrained from reaching out. Behind closed lids, his other senses were heightened by this self-imposed blindness. He sucked in his breath as Kirishima stopped stroking his cock and rubbed a thumb over its head.

"Fuck." Yokozawa groaned at the brush against the tender flesh. He could feel the vibrations of Kirishima's chuckle against his skin every place they were touching and it set his balls buzzing. He could feel the tickling sensation rising into his cock.

It had only been two days, since they'd last been together and he was shocked at how pent up he was.

When he'd been with Takano, it had sometimes been months in between coupling and then, the last few years there had been almost nothing. His body it seemed, was desperate to catch up on all the passion he'd postponed for so long.

Kirishima's wet hair tickled his chest as he dipped his mouth down. Yokozawa hissed as one of his nipples was caught in a sucking kiss that then turned into a nipping tug. Kirishima moved his head back a bit and Yokozawa felt himself flush as his back arched automatically pushing his chest forward, aching for the lips on him to linger.

Seeing this, Kirishima moved back in to swirl the perked flesh of his nipple with his tongue. His hand resumed pumping Yokozawa's cock.

"You have no idea how fucking much you turn me on when you allow yourself to be lewd, Takafumi," Kirishima murmured as his tongue licked across his lover's slick chest to offer its lingual adoration to the other dark disc.

"Do you truly have no sense of how hot you are? How brutally handsome?"

Of course Kirishima was garrulous normally, but Yokozawa had been far more accustomed to silence during the act. He was still getting used to how verbal his lover was when they were sexual, as well as the praises he so easily uttered.

He grunted at Kirishima's words, but somewhere in the middle of the noise it turned into a pleasured groan as Kirishima's teeth began to lightly worry him while the hand not holding his cock moved lower, between his legs, and began to massage his sac with gentle pulling motions.

"I'm lewd? How many guys were you with to get so damn good at this?"

Kirishima pulled his mouth away. "What? You mean jacking off?" He was amused by the underlying jealousy in Yokozawa's tone.

"Mmmmmm," Yokozawa nodded, but he didn't trust his voice to answer: Kirishima's manipulations were so exquisite.

As Kirishima slid back up, their slick chests grazed against each other. His hands stilled as he leaned in and whispered in Yokozawa's ear.

"Ah, Takafumi, in all honesty, it was mostly 'self-study.' Before you, because of Hiyo, my partners were few and far between and more often female than male."

Yokozawa frowned at this. He suddenly felt bad for bringing up Kirishima's past at such a moment, as well as being annoyed by the fact that, at his question, Kirishima had ceased in his motions. He opened his eyes and turned to look at Kirishima and was greeted by a warm gaze.

Obviously the man had not taken any offense at his words. In fact, instead, he smiled mischievously.

"There is something, however, that I would like to perfect and think I am going to need a lot more practice at."

Yokozawa's dipped brow rose at this. "Oh?"

"Ummmm," Kirishima nodded his eyes glinting. Yokozawa's own eyes widened as suddenly, Kirishima gracefully sank to his knees before him.

"Damn!" Yokozawa gasped before biting down on his bottom lip to keep from making any more exclamations as a tongue traveled over his dripping tip and a hot mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

He was already so stirred that between Kirishima's hands and his mouth within moments he was on the verge. It embarrassed him to think he could be finished off so easily. Frantically, his mind sought some kind of distraction in the hopes it would keep him from coming.

Sales stats, baseball scores, Onodera Ritsu... That scabby stray cat I saw near the office pulling something fetid from a dumpster...

All the usual things generally guaranteed to keep him from dropping over the edge weren't working.

Kirishima could feel his lover's tension. He stopped stroking and tightened his grip at the base of Yokozawa's shaft. He slipped his mouth off the spit-slick cock.

"Don't worry, Taka-chan. I have no intention of letting you come until you're begging for it."

Yokozawa knew better than to snort at this: he'd become only too well acquainted with his lover's sensual torments.

No sooner had Kirishima said this, than the man returned his attentions to his straining member.

"Oh, fuck…"

Yokozawa uttered a guttural moan as Kirishima enveloped him again and that glorious mouth resumed its motions. He could no longer refrain. His hands drifted down to rest lightly on the water-dark head below him. His fingers sought anchor in the thick, wet locks.

Suddenly Kirishima began to unexpectedly hum around him. Tears of ecstasy sprung into Yokozawa's eyes at the sensation; his chest hitched with rasping breaths. Finally, when he could bear the boiling-build of it no more, he at last lowered his pride.

"Please, Zen."

With those two simple words, Kirishima relented, he loosened his hand at the base of his shaft and once again added its motion to that of his mouth. Within three more rapid strokes Yokozawa's cock erupted, and Kirishima held him, taking in each milky spurt. His hand continued to lightly pump until the last drop was expelled. Once he was sure Yokozawa was spent, he slipped off.

Weak-kneed from the power of his release, Yokozawa slid down the wall with a sated sigh. His long legs folded, until he at last sat on the floor of the shower in front of his still-kneeling lover. He watched from under heavy-lidded eyes as Kirishima leaned over and spit his seed into the drain.

At this action, Yokozawa grumbled, "What? You don't love me, Zen?"

Kirishima turned and looked at him, an expression of shock evident when he saw the normally stern face sporting a wry half-smile.

"Are you actually teasing me?" Kirishima asked incredulously, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Mmmm," Yokozawa acknowledged. "Consider it a moment of post-orgasmic weakness."

"God, you're cute," Kirishima grinned and slipped closer between splayed legs to kiss him again.

Yokozawa scowled. "I'm not cute, I'm terrifying." He pushed back his shower-wild, black hair with one hand and held Kirishima off him with the other. "And I don't particularly relish tasting myself."

Kirishima laughed at both these statements. Then he covered Yokozawa's hand on his chest with both of his own.

"What? You don't love me, Takafumi?" Kirishima threw his lover's words back at him.

Yokozawa's already furrowed brow ticked at this, but he allowed his arm to bend slowly as Kirishima continued to lean forward. Seconds later his mouth was claimed once more with a lingering kiss.

Kirishima pulled back after this, his face beaming as he stared into uncomfortable gray eyes.

"I thought so."

Beneath the falling water Kirishima beamed.

NEW AN:
Phantomhive, Latias Eevee, 25, and Fujoshi-Girl-Forever Thank you for the alerts and the favorites! Hope to hear from your sometime.

TBF101- My lovely Bird, thank you for your amazing review. I agree with you that part of Yokozawa's ferocity is meant to function as a blind for his tender heart and that Hiyori is probably one of the only people he feel's safe to display this with. I think he can rationalize doing this because she has no mother in her life. In the same way that Takano had experienced no care-taking in his family of origin. And I do love the sexual fluidity of this couple. It's part of their appeal for me.

Hey Joan- Always love knowing that you're out there still reading. And I am glad that at least one of my readers is looking for my puns, instead of just crashing into them.

Fanita- it has been a long time. Thank you so much for chiming in. The part about Yokozawa and Hiyori dancing came from a rare moment of watching my father dance with my mother and then with my little sisters. It a favorite memory of mine and a side of him I wish he'd shown more often.

Hey Alcuzey- yes I know you and your angst. I think that this is a favored couple because both are strong men, mature, and one is not really subordinate to the other, but by his own choice. I also think Hiyori adds a lot to the mix and challenges the yaoi convention that females are in a story mainly to fuck things up. Also I think that despite her young age, she acts as a stand in for many a fangirl and what girl or young woman would not like to have such a doting father figure let alone two caring papas. Finally, I think the sexual fluidity of Kirishima (and Yokozawa) too is a great plus in the midst of convention and the the mutuality and consensuality (notice that consent and sensuality are both present in this word) has great appeal and challenges the "rape equals passion" trope of much yaoi.

Just my humble thoughts on the topic. Though I would be open to hearing others' opinions.

Thanks to all those silent readers out there too.

OLD AN:

Yes, terrible me and my serial lemons… one more chapter of shower sex and then back to the story.

Thank you for all the great comments and it's nice to see some people seem to enjoy reading this couple as much as I am enjoying writing them.