A/N: okay so i realize that its been a while since i updated and i apologize but in my defense i had it all written i just broke my laptop so i couldnt type it. so i repeat yet again that this is the smut chapter and since i'm really not good at writing lemons at all please feel free to skip the middle section of this really i wont mind all that much. also an update at everything else thats going on, i also finished writing a third chapter to yuki's playlist and i'm going to type that up. i already started writing the next chapter to this as well (by started i mean like 2 sentences but still... started) and im also working on a two part okane ga nai fluff. Anyways... just go read... . oh and reviews make me feel better about myself cuz then i feel like people are actually reading this so i have more motivation to write more lolx so yeah if u could be so kind.
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The upbeat techno song ended just in time for out lovely couple to step onto the dance floor. In its place was a slower, R&B song that had a very seductive ring to it. Mind you, the song was in Korean so no one had any idea what it was saying but somehow, the combination of the singers' voices and the melody of the music summed up to one word: sex. ( /watch?v=3PVHNaIyEvI the lyrics have no relation to the story but if you watch the actual performance you'll understand why I chose this song.) Shuichi let himself sway to the music. The song made it want to pull his lover close to he did just that. Shuichi pressed his back against Yuki's body, stretching his arms back to loosely throw them around Yuki's neck. He swayed his hips from side to side as he followed the beat, making sure to keep his ass pressed tightly against Yuki's lower region. *wink wink* The blonde smirked. He lifted his hands to casually rest them on either side of Shuichi's hips. He let his head drop ever so slightly to place it on top of Shuichi's and moved as one with the singer, letting his hips be guided by the little man's movements. He made sure to grind into Shuichi's ass just a little every time they moved to the left. So maybe he could dance a little bit…when he was drunk.
I wanna love you…
I can't think of any other way to describe how they were dancing other than that it was basically sec with clothes on.
I can't live without you…
Shuichi spun himself around to rest his head on Yuki's broad chest. He let his hands travel over the author's shoulders and down his arms, feeling the toned muscles through the thin cloth of his shirt.
I wanna have you…
Yuki guided his hands lower, grabbing his lover's ass and pulling them closer together (assuming that was even possible). Shuichi grinned, he responded to Yuki's gesture by rolling his body against the taller man's, grinding their hips together.
I really need you…
Yuki groaned softly feeling himself harden to Shuichi's touch. He dragged a hand from the younger's ass up and around to his chin, tilting it up so he could capture his lover's plump lips. The kiss was wet, sloppy, eager; it made Shuichi moan with pleasure.
I wanna love you…
Soon, both dancers began to grow uncomfortable with the erections developing in their very tight pants. Yuki leaned over, bringing his lips to Shuichi's ear, kissing and sucking on his earlobe. The gentle touches made the singer shiver with raw lust. Yuki whispered in his husky sex voice, "You have two options,"
I can't live without you…
"One," the blonde breathed, "We leave now, go back to the room and I fuck you." Yuki's deep tone gave Shuichi goose bumps and turned him on at the same time. "Two, we skip the leaving part, stay here, and I fuck you. Either way, I'm going to fuck you." Shuichi giggled at Yuki's lewd suggestion. It was rare to see his lover to wildly driven by lust.
"Well as tempting as option two sounds," Shuichi whispered back, "Let's get out of here." Without any further delay, Yuki grabbed hold of Shuichi's arm and paced briskly out the door of the club.
I wanna have you…
The walk back to the hut was quick and silent. Yuki concentrated on the ground in front of him, annoyed by how far the hut was from the club. Shuichi stumbled along behind his lover; being dragged along at such a high speed that his short legs could hardly keep up. He didn't mind though, he was also anticipating what was coming next. They passed the pool-bar and reached the boardwalk in record time. Now they were only a few yards away from their room. Yuki sped up seeing the hut within arm's reach. As they neared the door, Shuichi stumbled over his own feet (perhaps purposefully) and landed right into Yuki's arms. Luckily, the author had turned around just in time to catch the falling pop star. Shuichi looked up smiling sheepishly towards his lover. Yuki smirked back, finding the smile just a little bit cute…just a little. While still holding Shuichi up with one arm, the blonde reached into his pocket to get the room key. He pulled it out and scanned it to unlock the door with one slick movement. Then, like one of those secret revolving doors in the movies, Yuki somehow opened the door, spun the pair around so they were inside the hut, and closed the door behind him at ninja speed. The stunt left Shuichi flustered, wondering if Yuki was some sort of secret spy with super enhanced reflexes.
The singer brought himself to his feet just in time for Yuki to slam him against the wall of the corridor, crushing their lips together. Shuichi could feel his lips bruise as Yuki slammed against him and swell up when Yuki began to suck on them. He opened his mouth for Yuki to enter and let his lover explore the inside for the umpteenth time that night. The kiss turned into an open mouth tongue battle that Shuichi was obviously losing. He couldn't keep up with Yuki's skilled movements between his moans and trying to breathe. Shuichi wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and brought a leg up to wrap it around Yuki's waist.
Yuki was no slacker either. He brought one arm around the back of Shuichi's waist to keep them balanced. The other he let travel along Shuichi's lifted leg, starting from behind his knee, then up his though and to his ass. He slipped his hand underneath the shorts and leopard panties to grab hold of Shuichi's bare butt cheek. He rubbed the smooth skin soothingly before squeezing it with a deadly force, earning a painful yet pleasured moan from his lover.
Shuichi took his arms away from Yuki's neck, sliding them around the front to start unbuttoning his shirt. The singer pulled away from the kiss to put his lips against Yuki's neck, right above his hands and the first button of his lover's shirt. The singer kissed and sucked on the skin of Yuki's neck and collarbone, not enough to leave any marks though. His hands undid the first button, revealing the top of Yuki's toned chest. His lips followed quickly after to attend to the newly revealed skin. Shuichi continued to work this way, slowly unbuttoning Yuki's shirt and kissing every bit of new skin that was revealed. He had to put his leg down when he reached the third button (because even he couldn't bend that way), causing Yuki to remove his hand from under the younger's shorts as well.
The author stood as the singer undressed him. Sometimes it felt good to be on the receiving end. Shuichi reached the ham of Yuki's jeans (the last button of his shirt being tucked in); he was about to unbuckle his belt when Yuki placed a hand under his chin and guided him back up to his lips. Yuki took control once again. He used his own hands to place Shuichi's arms back around his beck then brought both hands down to Shuichi's butt grabbing onto the plump cheeks and using them to list Shuichi up gently. Shuichi instinctively lifted both of his legs to wrap them around the blonde's waist. With the singer securely in his arms, Yuki made his way to bedroom. Unfortunately, he couldn't see very well with his face smothered in kisses as he bumped into a few things along the way. The author slammed into several walls, the corner of the couch and perhaps knocked over a vase or two before reached the bedroom. Neither of them minded the pain of crashing into things though since each collision also causes their groins to grind against each other.
When they finally reached the bedroom, Yuki immediately dropped onto the bed, Shuichi below him. He lifted himself to his elbows and looked down at his little lover who was staring adoringly back at him. Suddenly the outfit Shuichi was wearing, which Yuki had found ridiculously skimpy before, seemed to be too much clothing now. Using his knees for support, the blonde lowered his shoulders to lay the gently on top of Shuichi's chest. His lips caressed the skin on Shuichi's neck while his hands began to work their way under his fish-net t-shirt at his waist.
Shuichi moaned at each suck he felt on his neck and each sensitive brush of fingers he felt on his stomach. He also felt that Yuki was wearing far too much, so he slipped his hands under the collar of Yuki's button up shirt and slowly guided it of the author's broad shoulders. He then remembered that the hem of the shirt was still tucked neatly in Yuki's jeans. He gave the shirt a harsh tug and pulled it loose. Yuki took notice of what his lover was doing and realized he would have the left his arms for Shuichi to strip him. So he removed his hands from under Shuichi's short and assisted his lover in stripping himself of the shirt. He quickly returned his fingers to where they were under his lover's shirt and continued to creep them up Shuichi's abdominal until he reached the short pink tank top underneath. With one slick movement, Yuki pulled both the fish net shirt and the tank top off by lifting Shuichi ever so slightly to strip off the garments. Shuichi shivered a little as he felt the late night breeze against his now bare chest. Yuki did not stop working. He rubbed the inside of the pop star's thighs with his fingertips as his mouth sucked each of Shuichi's pink nipples until they stood tall and hard. The author's skilled hands worked their way up until they reached Shuichi's shorts, or more specifically, the hard on that was bulging from Shuichi's shorts. Yuki teased, knowing it annoyed and turned on Shuichi the most. He ran his palm over the erection ever so slightly that it would make anyone crave more.
Shuichi tried to thrust into the hand but his body was held down by Yuki's weight. He needed it; he needed it so bad it was killing him from the inside out. In situations like these he knew what Yuki wanted. The author wanted him to talk dirty because somehow watching the singer struggle and cringe through the foul language was a turn on. (Yeah I know, weird right?) But Shuichi was stubborn; he didn't want to give in just yet. Stubborn… and maybe a little bit of a masochist.
Yuki was becoming impatient. His lower half was crying for release but he had yet to make Shuichi do what he wanted. As punishment for being to stubborn, Yuki chose an extreme form of torture that was kindly provided by the resort. Seeing his solution from the corner of his eye, Yuki stopped caressing Shuichi's groin through his shorts and instead moved to take them off.
Shuichi was delighted. He thought he had won over Yuki's pervish quirk with his strong headedness for once. The singer was so excited that he lifted his hips as much as he could to help Yuki take off his shorts and underwear. Now Shuichi was bare naked. His "little-brother" stood high in the air, twitching with an unrivaled eagerness. Yuki took the hard crotch in his hand and began to pump it at an agonizingly slow pace that made Shuichi squeal. "Yuki~" the pop star cried out wanting more.
Yuki responded by pumping hardly any faster and squeezing only a smidge harder. It usually didn't take much for Shuichi to cum so Yuki tried his best to drag out the process. Shuichi reached for the sheets on either side of him, entangling his fingers in the silky whites. He was caught between the pleasure and the want for more pleasure. Eventually he chose more pleasure and began thrusting into Yuki's pumps. Yuki took notice of how desperate his lover seemed and decided to pump quickly, his harsh tugs looked as if he were trying to pull Shuichi's dick off.
Shuichi couldn't take it anymore. He was about to burst. He cried out to his lover as he reached his climax, "Yuki! I'm gonna—" But there was no orgasm, no sticky white fluid. Why not? Well because right before Shuichi could release, Yuki slipped on a cock ring at the base of Shuichi's shaft, stopping him from exploding.
For a second, the little man was confused. He was just about ready to cum when he felt something cold slip onto him. Then he realized he had not cum yet and still had a painful erection. The final thing that registered was Yuki's sinister grin when he looked up at his lover. It all added up: the cold + no orgasm + Yuki's even grin = Yuki put on a cock ring to torture him…again. Immediately Shuichi started screaming, "Yuki! No! Yuki! Please let me cum! Pleeassee!"
But he was completely ignored. Rather than respond, Yuki very nonchalantly stood and stripped himself of his pants. Shuichi stopped complaining just long enough to see Yuki's staff standing tall and proud. His eyes widened a little at the sight; it seemed bigger than he remembered… was it going to fit? Yuki smirked as his lover watched in awe. He was a normal-ish guy, even if he was consequently gay, so his big dick was something he could be proud of. "Flip," he commanded. Shuichi needed no other instruction; he immediately rolled over onto his stomach and got on all fours with his ass pointed up towards the blonde.
Yuki reached to the bedside table for a bottle of lube (also kindly provided by the resort as part of the honeymoon package). He opened the bottle and squirted a generous amount of the tinted pink fluid onto his fingers. His nose wrinkled up when the sweet aroma of the liquid reached his nostrils, strawberry. Why is it always strawberries? He wondered. After deciding that his fingers were thoroughly lubricated, Yuki threw the bottle aside and took hold of Shuichi's hip with one hand, running his west fingers over Shuichi's entrance with the other. He used his index finger to draw a slimy circle around the perimeter of the singer's hold first before plunging it in with one quick movement. The friction caused by the sudden intrusion caused Shuichi to scream in pain, his inner walls clenched tightly on Yuki's finger.
The author waited a little for his lover to adjust but his fingers were more impatient than he was so they began to move. The finger thrust in and out slowly, feeling each side of the fleshy inner walls that is was so familiar to. Another finger was added not long after, wanting to get in on the action, and then a third came. Yuki scissored his fingers to stretch out Shuichi's hole, which always managed to be tighter than a virgin's regardless of how many times they had done it. The mixed feelings of pain and pleasure made Shuichi's elbows fall weak and collapse. The front of his body lay flat on the bed; only his rear end was still in the air and only because Yuki was holding it there. He had his face buried in a pillow, trying to muffle his high-pitched moans every time Yuki pounded into him.
Yuki continued to stretch Shuichi out until he felt his lover was loose enough for him to at least almost fit. He pulled his fingers from the warm cave and used the left over lube on them to slick his dick. Finally, Yuki positioned himself at Shuichi's entrance, his rock hard erection already probing at the opening. Shuichi tensed feeling his lover's manhood rubbing against him. Yuki leaned over Shuichi's back to put his lips to his lover's ear, determined to incorporate some vulgar language into the situation. "Ready? I'm going to slam into you so hard you won't be able to sit for weeks." He warned.
Shuichi was dying with both a nervous worry and excited anticipation. As promised, Yuki rammed into him so harshly, he thought he was going to tear in half. But underneath all the pain was an indescribable pleasure that flowed through Shuichi's body as if it were in his blood stream.
Yuki was aware that the violent penetration may have been a little on the painful side of things so he waited for Shuichi to adjust before moving again. While waiting, he reached around to the front of his lover and took hold of the neglected erection that was still bound by the cock ring. Shuichi's penis twitched at every touch and every movement, his pre-cum leaking out uncontrollably. After waiting several minutes, the blonde assumed his lover was ready for more so he pulled out marginally only to thrust quickly back in immediately afterwards.
"Ah!~ Yuki!" Shuichi bellowed out something between a moan and a scream. It almost sounded like he was trying to hit the high note of a song, which would have been appropriate since Yuki's thrusts were beginning to keep a slow, steady beat. The author's hand followed the rhythm of his hips, pumping Shuichi's manhood which was still crying to be set free. He picked up the pace gradually; and gradually, Shuichi's screams became shorter, faster, and higher pitched. "Yuki! Ah. God! Ah!" The blonde had found Shuichi's sweet spot as he always did, causing the singer to arch backwards into a U. Yuki did not hesitate to pound into that sweet spot mercilessly, abusing Shuichi's prostate as if it were a punching bag.
Soon, ever the praised sex god was reaching his limits, and his lover was close to passing out. Yuki finally took off the cock ring, much to Shuichi's relief. He whispered again into Shuichi's ear with his husky voice, "Cum for me," The pop star didn't need to be told twice. He came hard only the silky bed sheets with one last pump while Yuki exploded his seed into him. Yuki rode out the last of his orgasm before collapsing beside the pink-haired boy.
Shuichi turned his head to look at his lover lying beside him. He leaned over to give him an exhausted peck on the lips; smiling his sheepish, lovesick smile again. Now even stone heart Yuki found that cute. He returned the gesture with a kiss on the forehead before getting up to remove the sticky sheets from underneath them.
Thank goodness hotels always have twelve different layers of sheet on the mattresses. Yuki pulled off the top one and tossed it aside for the housekeeper to get in the morning. He returned to the right side of the bed to sit with his back against the bedpost and his legs stretched out in front of him. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag, letting the sweet taste of nicotine rot his insides.
Shuichi climbed under the comforter before crawling to Yuki's side, laying his head on his lover's lap. The singer closed his eyes. Immediately he could smell the familiarity of the apartment and their everyday lives; the mixed, musky scent of sex sweat and cum added to the stench of Yuki's cigarette… it was like home sweet home. Yuki (in a peculiarly good mood) used his free hand to run his fingers through his lover's pink locks, sifting through the silk strands.
"Yuki," Shuichi said sleepily, breaking the silence after several minutes.
"What?" Yuki replied with less hostility than I've made it sound. He took another long drag, finishing his short lived smoke.
"I love you," the singer said softly his tone asked for no reply, no return of words. He just seemed happy to be able to say it out loud.
Yuki paused for a second. Could he return those words? Was he ready? Can he finally let go? These questions were always bouncing around in his head but the answer to date was still the same: no… Instead, he replied, "Yeah, I know."
Yuki dumped the cigarette in the ashtray and slid down into the blankets beside his lover. Shuichi snuggled up against his chest and fell asleep almost instantly. Yuki smiled an unseen smile as he held his snoring lover in his arms and let fatigue take him into a different dimension where in that perfect word he wouldn't have to let a memory hold him back.