Kiss
How so often lately, Yasuaki isn't sure how it happened, but suddenly he's being kissed. And not just kissed, but kissed and licked open, invaded and plundered, teased and seduced into giving in and coaxed into kissing back – all at once. Control slips away in shreds and he's left with nothing but the unfamiliar need to surrender. To his own surprise, though, he does. He clutches at Tomomasa's clothes and yields to the onslaught, just like that. No questions, no doubt, helpless captive to the new sensations.
Yasuaki has heard and read about kisses. He's seen people kiss. It's nothing like he's imagined. There's so much more involved than just two mouths. There's lips and teeth and tongue, there's slow and deep or lazy and languid, and then there's light, quick, and teasing. Licking and nipping, rubbing and sucking, the possibilities seem to be endless and Tomomasa appears to know them all.
Instinctively, Yasuaki presses closer, his body coming flush against Tomomasa's as he grabs fistfuls of cloth at Tomomasa's sides to find some sort of anchor. He feels Tomomasa's hand cupping the side of his face, holding him steady, and Yasuaki leans into it. His back unexpectedly hits the wall, he doesn't know how and he could care less, but he's glad for the support as dizziness rushes to his head and his legs are about to give in.
Suddenly Tomomasa's lips are gone and the other man's breath ghosts over Yasuaki's jaw and ear. "Don't forget to breathe." Tomomasa chuckles with a voice lower than Yasuaki has ever heard it and it sends a shiver down his spine. He realizes with no small embarrassment that he's, indeed, forgotten to breathe. He sucks in a lungful of much needed air, but before he can start to really think about just what is happening, he tangles his hands in Tomomasa's hair and draws him into another kiss. Putting into action what he's learned from the last kiss, his lips curve into a rather pleased smile as he swallows Tomomasa's moan.