AN: More sexual content in this chapter.
He drifted comfortably like that for hours, curled in close against his teacher's chest, until the first rays of dawn slanted over his closed eyes and made him stir. He hid his face against the side of Gai's neck and muttered in protest against the light.
The idea of being awake slowly percolated through Lee's mind, but he felt reluctant to leave the pleasant warmth of piled blankets and Gai's skin against his. He shifted closer, and the movement triggered an unfamiliar pang in his lower back. Lee's brow knit together slightly.
Gai felt Lee stir in his arms and opened his eyes. The memories of last night trickled back into his mind. He felt a brief sting of guilt when he recalled how rough he'd been with Lee, but the memory of their conversation afterward-Lee's reassurances, Lee's forgiveness-soothed away that pain. Somehow, he had known exactly the words Gai had needed to hear.
Lee was truly a wonder. He retained the innocence and sweetness of childhood, but at the same time, he was one of the wisest people Gai had ever met...wiser than himself, sometimes.
When Lee's eyes opened, Gai smiled gently at his student. "Good morning."
The sight of that smile soothed the worry that had started to build in Lee's chest, and he searched his teacher's expression for a moment, seeking any sign of uncertainty. When he found none, a slow, gentle smile spread over his own features, and he closed the small distance between them to touch a kiss against Gai's lips. "Good morning, Sensei," he whispered, and a touch of pink tinged his cheeks.
Gai kissed that smile and stroked one flushed cheek, looking into Lee's eyes. It was a good feeling, he thought, waking up next to Lee. A tiny voice in his head still insisted that he should feel guilty about what he'd done, that he'd taken advantage of his student. He firmly refuted the voice's claims. Lee had enjoyed it; they both had. It had been a wonderful experience, something Lee had wanted and craved for a long time. He refused to allow shame to cloud his thoughts any longer. "How did you sleep?"
"I slept well, Sensei," Lee replied. "I always sleep well when I am with you," he added, and the blush staining his cheeks darkened with the admission. It'd been easy to be bold the night before, fueled by desire and the sharp, goading edge of fear. Memories surfaced in his mind- water beating down on his skin as Gai touched him, Gai pushing against his hand, the wonderful, full feeling of having Gai inside him. He squirmed with the recollection, and the movement triggered another flash of pain. "A little sore," he admitted quietly. "And I think another shower would be a good idea."
"Mmm," Gai agreed. He still felt a little sticky, himself; the sheets clung to his skin where his sweat had dried. But it wasn't a bad feeling. He lay close to Lee, reluctant to move, and stroked his back. His hand strayed down to press gently between his buttocks. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much," he murmured. He hesitated, looking into Lee's eyes, and said quietly, "Being inside you felt wonderful."
Lee shook his head in reply. "No worse than training," he answered. At Gai's next words his breath caught and his eyes widened. A wave of heat slammed into him, and suddenly the dull ache seemed a lot less important. Having Gai say those words- hearing Gai say those words… "It did," he breathlessly agreed.
Gai's cock stirred as a flush of warmth spread through his body. He felt Lee's heartbeat quicken, and his own heartbeat sped up in response. With one finger, he traced the line of Lee's jaw, then stroked his lower lip. "I want to do that with you again," he said quietly...then hesitated. "Though I should probably wait until your body recovers a bit first. Of course, there are other things we can do, too."
"Do we have to wait?" Lee asked. He could feel Gai's cock swelling against his hip, and he shifted against his teacher in response. "It does not hurt that much," he said. "And it felt so good to have you inside me. I want that again."
The words sent a tremor of need through Gai. His cock, now fully erect, pressed against Lee's stomach. "We'll do it again soon. I promise," he whispered breathlessly. "I want it, too. But I don't want to risk causing you real damage. Your body is still getting used to this sort of thing." He rubbed Lee's back, then his hand strayed down and brushed against Lee's cock. "We can still give each other pleasure, even without that."
For a moment Lee considered protesting, but the sweetness of Gai's fingers brushing against him combined with the pain from the night before made him reluctantly nod. He leaned in to kiss Gai again, and it was considerably deeper than the soft, reassuring kisses they'd exchanged on waking- his tongue boldly rubbed against the seam of Gai's lips, then slipped into his mouth, warm and eager. He liked kissing, Lee dizzily decided, almost as much as he liked having Gai inside him.
Gai kissed him back, his tongue sliding against Lee's. The warm, sweet taste of Lee's mouth was so addictive. He wanted more. His tongue plunged deeper as his lips moved hungrily against Lee's, and his fingers curled around his rigid shaft. Slowly, he began to slide them up and down its length, stroking Lee from base to tip.
Sensation competed with memory- every stroke of Gai's fingers reminded over taut flesh triggered images behind Lee's closed lids. The way Gai had looked at him, eyes dark and hungry. The way it'd felt when Gai had forcefully thrust his fingers into him. A soft sound slipped past Lee's parted lips and he pushed into Gai's hand. His own fingers wandered down Gai's side, then lower, curling around Gai's erect length. The feel of Gai thick and hard in his hand made his own erection pulse. He still couldn't believe that Gai would let him touch him like that- that Gai would want him to touch him like that.
A soft groan escaped Gai's throat, and he pushed into Lee's hand. "That feels good," he whispered. The gentle friction of calloused fingers against hard, sensitized flesh sent ripples of heat through his body. He looked at Lee's parted lips, swollen and glistening wet with kisses, and his gaze remained focused on them as his fingers continued their slow glide up and down the length of Lee's cock. He found himself imagining how those lips would feel stretched around his cock.
Warmth fluttered through Lee's chest at the praise. His gaze dropped, and he watched his own fingers as they moved over Gai's erection. Actually watching himself touching Gai was almost too much- seeing Gai pulse in his hand, feeling him surge upward into the touch, knowing that he could put that husky tone in his sensei's voice. It was the only thing, Lee dazedly thought, that was better than Gai touching him. He squirmed against the sheets, trying to get closer.
Gai curled one arm around Lee, pulling him closer as he stroked his cock. All the while, his gaze remained focused on Lee's lips. He swallowed hard, his pulse thumping in his throat. "Lee...could you..." Gai trailed off, uncertain. It seemed so crass to ask for it explicitly.
Lee's hand stilled, and he looked up at Gai, eyes wide and just a touch uncertain. He felt worried, suddenly, that he'd done something wrong- that Gai wanted him to stop, that he'd crossed that line between them that he could never be certain exactly where lay. "Sensei?"
He knew Lee would do it if he asked him. But somehow the words wouldn't come. Warmth rose into his cheeks as Lee gazed up at him with those big, uncertain eyes. "Could you...use your mouth?" he asked at last, quietly.
Lee's eyes widened further and his already flushed cheeks stained crimson, but his erection twitched in Gai's hand. He hesitated for a moment, but the memory of how Gai's mouth had felt on him and the thought of being able to give that to his teacher made him nod. Gently, his fingers closed around Gai's wrist, and he guided his sensei's hand down onto the sheets. He scooted back slightly, and his teeth caught at his bottom lip as dark eyes lingered on Gai's form.
He'd dreamed so many times of having Gai in his bed, exactly like this- stretched out nude on the covers, hard and wanting, waiting for Lee to touch him. The fantasy wasn't hindered in the slightest by the fact that it was Gai's bed that they were in, and Lee let his fingers idle on Gai's skin. Nervousness fluttered in his stomach. This was okay, he reminded himself. Gai wanted this. Gai wanted him to touch him, and it was okay.
His eyes followed the line of Gai's collarbone, and he hesitated for a second, uncertain of where to start, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against the tanned skin. It was softer than he'd expected underneath his lips, smoother than underneath his fingers. He scooted down the bed slightly, and his left hand braced against the mattress on Gai's side. He rubbed his cheek against Gai's chest, and the hardness of his nipples against Lee's skin reminded him strongly of how Gai's mouth had felt there. Warm breath fanned over Gai's skin as desire and shyness battled, then Lee's mouth closed around Gai's nipple and tugged.
A soft groan escaped Gai's throat. The shock of heat and wetness against his skin sent a rush of blood to his cock. His hand slid into Lee's dark hair, gripping, as Lee's mouth tugged at his nipple. Gai felt each tentative movement throughout his body. "Oh, Lee..." His fingers slid down to the nape of Lee's neck and rubbed gently. "That feels so good..."
Lee's eyes closed briefly, and he let the scent of Gai's skin and the warmth of his affectionate touches wash over him. Emboldened by the encouragement and aroused by the slight hitch in Gai's voice when he groaned his name, Lee sucked harder. The flesh tightened underneath his touch, and he rubbed his tongue over it. Hearing Gai's breathing catch sent a thrill through Lee, and he wondered what else he could do to Gai- how many different ways he could make his teacher react. A thousand dizzying images crowded in his head, and the idea of actually being able to do all of that stole his breath away.
The idea that he'd have the opportunity to do that- that this wasn't the only opportunity he'd have to touch Gai- was almost too much to handle. Lee's cheek rested against Gai's chest momentarily, and the hand not supporting his weight slid down Gai's side. Calloused fingertips tripped over ribs that had been broken too many times, following the scars of over two decades of battle. He loved Gai's scars. They were the physical proof of how strong Gai was, how much he'd survived, but also proof of how alike they were.
He slid further down the bed, shifting so that one knee was between Gai's. His tongue traced the curved line of a scar down Gai's pectoral, and he pressed brief, open-mouthed kisses against a scattering of indentations along his stomach that he knew came from shuriken. The muscles tensed underneath his lips, and Lee rubbed his cheek against Gai's stomach.
Gai's fingers dug into the bed, and his body arched up into Lee's touch. The soft, warm pressure of lips against his stomach made him moan. His eyes slipped shut...then Lee's chest brushed against his straining cock, and his back arched off the bed again as stars burst in the darkness behind his eyelids.
When he opened his eyes, Lee was rubbing one cheek against his hard stomach, nuzzling it like a cat. Those cheeks, Gai thought, dazed...so soft, so smooth. Gai trailed his fingertips over one, feeling the heat of Lee's blush, then traced those bow-shaped lips. "Please..." The word escaped him as a breathless whisper.
Lee's lips tingled where Gai had touched, and he looked up at his teacher. Gai's mouth was drawn into a tight line, and Lee could feel the tension in his body. He felt a rush of pride that he was the one who made Gai feel like that- the one who had him straining upward, asking for more. He wanted to hear that catch again, the darkness in Gai's voice when he whispered his name.
That Gai was the one asking him for something sent a sharp edge of excitement bubbling through Lee's blood. It made him feel empowered and eased the uncertainty that rejection after rejection had ingrained within him. He slid further down the bed, and his fingers closed around Gai's erection. The touch was light- exploratory, as Lee took advantage of the close range to satisfy years of curiosity and lust.
He traced the pattern of the veins standing out on the surface, marveling at how silken the flesh felt under his fingers, and followed them up to the swollen, purple head. The skin was taut underneath his touch, and a mixture of fascination and single-minded concentration showed in Lee's expression as he took what he knew about his own body and tried to apply it to Gai. Before, touching Gai had been automatic- driven nearly entirely by lust and the desperate fear that at any moment Gai might push him away- and now, reassured that Gai wanted this, Lee felt confident enough to explore. When his thumb rubbed over the sensitive spot underneath the head of Gai's cock, a bead of precome welled. Lee stared at the pearly substance for a moment, then gathered it on his thumb and tentatively licked.
Every light, gentle stroke of Lee's fingers lit up Gai's nerve-endings, leaving trails of fire on his flesh. His cock felt intensely, agonizingly sensitized, huge and tingling with arousal, and his balls ached with their fullness. Lee's eyes were wide with fascination, focused intently on his cock.
Gai's hips twitched as Lee's thumb brushed the swollen head, wiping away the drop of precome...and he watched, holding his breath, as Lee's pink tongue crept out to taste it. At the sight, a wave of dizziness washed over Gai. His hips pushed upward instinctively, seeking more stimulation, and the head of his cock rubbed against Lee's soft cheek. A small sound, almost a whimper, escaped Gai's throat. "More," he whispered hoarsely. "Please...I need more. Please, Lee..."
A wave of pure arousal swept through Lee. Gai begging him to touch him… it was such a dramatic change from the steely determination that had settled in his eyes every time Lee got too close. He was tempted to draw it out and see what happened- if Gai's control would snap and he'd take him as roughly as he had the night before. If he'd continue to plead with Lee for more. Or… if he'd decide that was too much, and that would be the straw that made him send Lee away.
The thought sent an undercurrent of fear, as electric as adrenaline, coursing through Lee. Part of him- the part that whispered that being held close once didn't mean he couldn't be pushed away again- prompted him on. He needed to find where that line was. And if Gai truly meant what he said, and the line wasn't there… Lee needed to know that, too. He needed proof.
His fingers drifted down the blood-filled length of Gai's cock, and brushed briefly over his scrotum, exploring the thin, sensitive skin there. He felt Gai tense at the touch, and he rubbed his cheek against Gai's erection. Adrenaline, arousal, and fear combined into a heady blend, making his pulse spike. He swallowed, then turned his head slightly, letting the head of Gai's cock slide against his cheek. He pressed a warm, feather-light kiss to the head, and let the very tip of his tongue creep out to swipe over it.
Gai gasped, muscles going rigid as Lee's fingertips grazed his full, tight balls. His cock jerked up and down; his head rolled to one side, then the other, as his fingers clenched tighter on the bedsheets. He watched, panting, as Lee kissed the tip of his cock. The pressure of those soft lips against his head, followed by the feather-light brush of Lee's tongue, sent electricity skittering through his nerves. He needed more-needed those lips wrapped around hard, hungry flesh, needed the moist heat of Lee's mouth engulfing him. "Lee..." A hint of desperation crept into his voice. Gai didn't want to push Lee any faster than he was ready to go, but his control was wavering.
He loved hearing Gai say his name like that. The memory of that exact tone, only closer, breathed against his ear like a prayer while Gai thrust into him, sent a shiver of pleasure through Lee. He rubbed his hips against the sheets, needing the slight stimulation of cotton against his erection, and tried to steady his breathing. He looked up at Gai, but it was too much- seeing the need clearly written on Gai's face, etched in the tension of every straining muscle, made Lee want to beg Gai to take him.
He didn't want that. He didn't want to be the one begging; he didn't want the decision to rest solely in Gai's hands. His hands rested against Gai's hips, and he slowly lapped at the head of Gai's cock.
A wave of weakness washed over Gai, and his head dropped back to the pillow. "Oh..." The word escaped in a gust of breath as he stared at the ceiling through dazed, unfocused eyes. "That's...that's good..." The hot, damp velvet of Lee's tongue slid over his cock again. A soft moan slid from his throat, and his hands fisted on the sheets, kneading them as Lee's tongue moved over his head in slow, wet licks. Each one sent pulses of heat down his cock, but it wasn't enough, and his breathing quickened to a frantic pace. It took every scrap of willpower not to grab Lee's hair and push himself into his student's mouth. "Please," he gasped. "Please, Lee. I need it...I need you, I need you so much..."
A thrill moved through Lee. Gai was begging him. His heartbeat quickened, and his hands tightened on Gai's hips. He drew in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. His tongue found that sensitive spot just underneath the head that had made Gai tense before. He wondered briefly how far he should push, but that undercurrent of fear wasn't satisfied. He rubbed his tongue against that spot, then slowly took the tip of Gai's cock into the slick heat of his mouth. He could taste the slightly metallic, salty tang of precome on his tongue, and he sucked briefly.
Gai watched, trembling, as Lee's mouth closed around his cock. He was hyper-aware of that gentle pressure against his over-sensitized flesh; the warmth and shape of Lee's lips, the moist heat of his tongue. The soft tug of Lee's mouth sent of shockwave of pleasure through Gai, and he twitched. A tiny sound, almost a whimper, escaped his throat.
Slowly-tentatively-he reached out and slid his fingers through Lee's glossy dark hair, needing to touch him.
Lee's eyes slipped closed when gentle fingers combed through his hair. His entire concentration narrowed to the points where they were connected- the warmth of Gai's skin beneath his bare palms and the way he trembled to keep from straining up into the touch, the brush of Gai's fingertips against his nape, and most of all, the feel of Gai hot and hard in his mouth. Having his lips stretched around Gai, feeling every heavy pulse, was viscerally arousing.
Lee gave into temptation and the plea voiced by the small, desperate sound choked off in Gai's throat. His fingers curled loosely around the base of Gai's erection, and he took another inch inside. He sucked harder this time, cheeks drawing in, and mentally ran through what he could remember outside of hotwetgoodpleaseyesmore from when Gai had done the same to him. He pulled back until just the tip of Gai's cock was in his mouth, then clumsily bobbed his head, taking more of it in.
Gai's fingers tightened on Lee's hair. The sight of Lee-head between Gai's legs, cheeks pulled in, long lashes lowered, lips forming a circle around he girth of his cock-was almost as arousing as the heat and wetness of his mouth. He watched, breathless, as Lee's mouth opened wider and engulfed another few inches. Gai's cock bumped the roof of his mouth, then slid back further, toward his throat. He saw the muscles of Lee's throat clench slightly as his gag reflex kicked in...then Lee pulled back slightly, fingers curling more firmly around the base of Gai's erection.
Gai watched intently, eyes wide, captivated by the sight of his student-his Lee-sucking his cock. Lee's movements were inexperienced, a little clumsy, but the sensation of moist lips sliding along Gai's hard, swollen shaft was incredible, and the mere fact that Lee was doing it, that he was willing to do it, that this was Lee, and his cock was in Lee's mouth, and...and...
Lee sucked again, and Gai's thoughts dissolved. He moaned, and a tremor ran through him as his fingers slid through Lee's soft, silky hair. One hand drifted down to caress his face, and his thumb brushed against the corner of Lee's mouth.
Lee's brow knit together slightly with concentration as he focused all of his attention on Gai. He wanted more of those low moans of pleasure. They soothed and stroked the craving for validation within him as surely as the gentle touch of Gai's hand against his face. When Gai's thumb touched the corner of his mouth, brushing against where they were joined, Lee looked up and met his teacher's eyes. The jealousy that had coiled around his heart when he'd found out Gai had sought this from someone else made him crave that recognition.
He wanted to see in Gai's eyes that he knew it was him. That it was Lee, his student, who was doing this to him- that the hand wrapped around his cock was one he'd guided through lightning-fast punches, squeezed in reassurance at Lee's bedside, and tenderly bandaged the knuckles of when Lee pushed himself in training so much that he bled. Seeing that recognition in his eyes- that it was Lee, and not some faceless nin from Sand sharing his bed solely for a night of pleasure- sent a rush of warmth through him. Lee's fingers tightened around Gai's cock, adding pressure to the heat and wetness of his mouth as he strained to take more of Gai inside.
Another soft moan escaped Gai's throat. He held Lee's gaze, looking deep into those big, dark eyes, wanting Lee to see and understand just how much this meant to him. Lee's lips slid up and down his shaft, warm and wet and sweet. His tongue swirled over and around the hard, throbbing flesh, and pleasure built inside Gai, coiling behind his cock and in his balls. His fingers tightened on Lee's hair again. He panted, still holding Lee's gaze, needing his eye-contact almost as much as he needed the heat and pressure of Lee's mouth...needing that connection. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much, Lee." A sharp tug of Lee's mouth brought him over the edge, and he gasped. His hips pushed forward instinctively, and his cock butted against the back of Lee's throat as he came.
The unexpected pressure triggered Lee's gag reflex. He sucked in a sharp breath and pulled back, startled both at the sudden surge upward and the spread of salt over his tongue. He blinked and shook his head slightly to clear it, then his tongue swiped over swollen, reddened lips. The taste was unfamiliar and strange but not unpleasant, and Lee looked up at Gai, dazed, as he absently rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth.
All the tightly coiled tension of before had fled Gai's body, leaving him loose-limbed and languid against the sweat-dampened sheets. Satisfaction, hot and gloating, spread through Lee at the sight, along with a faint sense of relief. Gai hadn't pushed him away. Even with that, Gai hadn't pushed him away. The memory of Gai begging for his touch was as comforting as it was arousing, and Lee braced his hands against the bed, leaning over his teacher. He kissed him long and slow, savoring the feel of Gai's lips against his- pulled back to look at him for a moment- then kissed him again, because he could, and it was safe.
Gai wrapped his arms around Lee and held him close. A drowsy, warm, languid bliss spread through his body. He didn't want to move or think; just lying there, holding Lee, was everything he needed in the world. "That felt wonderful," he whispered against Lee's ear. One hand rubbed in slow, gentle circles on his back. He nuzzled Lee's neck. "You're the only person who can make me feel this way, you know."
Lee's eyes slid closed and a soft sigh slipped past his lips. He leaned into Gai's hands, soaking in the languid affection and intimacy present in every touch. Gai's words soothed something deep inside him, easing both fear and jealousy. He let his thoughts linger on what had just happened between them- the way that Gai had looked at him, the way his voice had sounded when he'd pleaded with Lee, how he'd trembled underneath his touch. It made him feel powerful, to know that he could affect Gai like that- only him. "I want to make you feel good, Sensei," Lee murmured. "I want to make you happy."
"You do." Gai's arms tightened around him. "You make me so happy, Lee." He held Lee close for another moment, breathing in the warm, salty-sweet scent of his skin. Then one hand drifted down to brush against Lee's erection. He stroked the head with his fingertips, his gaze lingering on Lee's eyes, then leaned closer, his lips brushing against Lee's ear. "I want to make you happy, too," he whispered. Slowly, his fingers curled around Lee's cock.
The warmth of Gai's breath against the curve of his ear and the low, husky words, whispered so close, sent a shiver through Lee. "You always have, Sensei," Lee whispered. The brush of Gai's fingers against his swollen erection triggered near-electric flashes of pleasure. Lee hid his face in the crook of Gai's neck, and his breathing gradually quickened. Unable to hold still, his hips pushed forward into the touch, hot, silky flesh sliding against Gai's palm. The pressure of Gai's fingers around his swollen erection triggered near-electric flashes of pleasure, and soft, mindless sounds fell against Gai's skin as Lee moved, seeking more of the addictive glide of Gai's fingers on him.
Gai softly kissed Lee's neck as Lee pushed into his hand. Lee's flesh was slick, hard and hot against his palm as he stroked. His other hand slid down to cup Lee's ass, then squeeze gently.
Gai had wanted this for so long...hungered to have Lee in his arms, flushed and moaning with pleasure. But Lee had wanted it for much longer. Lee had locked away his feelings for years, living in fear of abandonment. Gai's heart ached at the thought of all he'd gone through. I've put you through hell, Lee. But I'll make it up to you. I swear it. As he stroked Lee, his other hand slipped between those firm buttocks and circled his rim, stimulating the sensitive flesh. "I want to know how to make this better for you," he whispered against Lee's neck. "I want to know what turns you on. What excites you."
Lee sucked in a quick, startled breath at Gai's words, and it emerged as a low whoosh when the pad of Gai's finger rubbed directly over his anus. He clung to Gai's shoulders as an anchor against the need that was swiftly overtaking him. Having Gai's attention focused on him so deliberately was exciting but also a little unnerving, and Lee hesitated. "You do," he finally answered. "Looking at you… thinking about you. The way your hands feel on my skin… your fingers inside me. You inside me, Sensei." Gai's fingers tightened around him, finally stroking more firmly, and Lee gasped.
Emboldened by the response, and still on some level driven by the fear of rejection that craved validation, Lee let the words flow. "The way you say my name. Hearing you say that you want me, that you need me… when you asked me to touch you. Touching you. All of it, Sensei. Everything."
At those words, a tremor ran through Gai. "I'll always need you," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't live without you." His hand slid up and down Lee's cock as he looked into those dark eyes, and one finger continued to rub slowly around and over that tight ring of muscle. Softly, he kissed Lee's parted lips. His tongue slipped between them in the same moment his finger penetrated Lee's body.
"I feel the same way, Sensei." Those words echoed the sentiment of the ones that Gai had spoken to him on the balcony that night years ago- but this time, Lee didn't push away the hope that swelled in his heart. The intimate press of Gai's finger inside his body and the warmth of Gai's tongue inside his mouth was proof that he meant those words exactly as they sounded, and Lee felt intrinsically that it was true. Gai needed him. Maybe even as much as he needed Gai.
And maybe that meant that this was right. That he could trust Gai. That the bond that had tied them together so strongly still existed despite Gai's constant attempts to weaken it.
A sudden flash of pleasure brought Lee intensely back into his body, and his thoughts scattered as Gai worked his finger deeper inside him. There would be time to think later- what mattered now was the immediacy of Gai touching him, of Gai inside him. Lee pushed back against Gai's finger, body opening eagerly to accept the intrusion, and ignored the small twinges of pain that the penetration brought. "Please, Sensei," he breathed.
Gai gently, carefully worked another finger into Lee and stretched him open. He rubbed one fingertip against the smooth, firm node of his prostate, and Lee's cock twitched in his hand.
Gai could feel his own cock stirring and rising again, despite the fact that he'd come not long ago. He wanted to be inside Lee...to feel the heat and pressure of Lee's body around him again. He'd told himself that he wouldn't, not so soon after the first time, but with Lee pushing back against him, begging him in that soft voice, it was difficult to resist. "Are you sure?" he whispered breathlessly.
Lee kissed him in reply, hot and wet and needy. His fingers threaded through Gai's hair, pulling him down into the kiss, and his tongue boldly pushed into his teacher's mouth. Gai's fingers, his hands- Lee couldn't think straight with Gai's fingers buried deep inside him, with Gai still stroking his cock. Then Gai touched that spot again, rubbing against it, and Lee broke the kiss to focus on trying to breathe. His head dropped to Gai's shoulder, and he curled in toward Gai, instinctively craving that closeness and the warmth of Gai's body against his. "Please," he repeated.
Gai's tongue crept out to wet his lips. A part of his mind cried out, telling him to stop, to pull back, that Lee couldn't handle this-not now. That part of him was still terrified of hurting Lee, of abusing his trust.
But Gai had vowed to stop pulling back...and to stop making all the decisions about what they did together and how far they went. Lee wanted this. He was begging for it. To deny him, to ignore his will in some misguided effort to protect him, would be to reduce him to child status...and it was his pulling away, he reminded himself, that hurt Lee more than anything.
Gai took a deep breath. "All right," he whispered. Gently, he pulled his fingers from Lee's body, then took the jar of lubricant from the nightstand and opened it. He hesitated, then impulsively pressed the jar into Lee's hand. At Lee's questioning look, warmth rose into his cheeks. Gai cleared his throat. "Will you do something for me?" he murmured. "Will you...put it on yourself? In yourself? I just want to see you do it."
Lee's eyes widened, and a flush slowly spread over his cheeks, staining them first pink, then crimson. He felt hyper-aware of the jar in his hand, which seemed in that moment to weigh at least three times as much as it could, and the glass was cold against overheated skin. He swallowed, then his tongue darted out to dampen his lips, and he nodded.
He dipped his fingers into the slippery substance, noting distractedly as he did that it felt like velvet to the touch. Then, knowing that Gai wanted to watch, to see him do it, he scooted up the bed, parted his legs, and angled his hips upward. Being exposed to Gai's view like that made him feel vulnerable and a bit embarrassed, but aroused, too. Knowing that his teacher was watching his every movement, he reached down and let his fingers slide between his buttocks.
When they rubbed over his hole, Lee caught his bottom lip between his teeth against the flash of pleasure. His eyes slid closed and he tilted his head back, trying to focus on the touch more than that Gai was watching him. It wasn't unfamiliar to touch himself in this way- he'd tried it before, when the curiosity about what it'd feel like to have Gai's fingers inside him had become overwhelming- but now he knew Gai's touch, and it was impossible to pretend that the fingers probing inside him were any but his own.
Gai watched intently, breathless, as Lee's lube-slicked fingers disappeared into his tight hole. His heart pounded as he watched the fingers open in a scissoring motion, stretching the pink ring of muscle, giving Gai a fleeting glimpse inside Lee. He was very aware of how vulnerable Lee was making himself, how much trust he was showing.
Without ever taking his gaze from Lee, Gai fumbled for the jar of lube, scooped some out and spread it over his hard, aching cock. Then he lay his hands gently against Lee's thighs. Lee's eyes were still closed, cheeks bright red. "Look at me," Gai whispered. "Please."
Lee's hand stilled, and he swallowed, then slowly opened his eyes to look at his teacher. The blinds on the window cut the morning light into strips that formed a patchwork on Gai's body, highlighting brief angles and leaving others in shadow. Gai's hair was sticking up oddly, mussed by Lee's hands, and his lips were slightly reddened from kisses. Lee's gaze lingered there, and on the stubble on Gai's jaw which had felt so delightfully rough against his skin when Gai nuzzled at his cheek. Lee swallowed, then finally looked up, meeting his teacher's eyes.
Gai looked deep into Lee's wide, dark eyes. In most lighting, they appeared a deep, perfect black...but when the sunlight caught them just right, like now, he could see the glint of dark brown irises. Lee's emotions always showed through them so clearly. He never hid anything-he wasn't even capable of hiding his true self. His soul shone through those eyes...and that, more than anything, was what made them beautiful. "I love you," Gai said, his voice quiet and husky.
He leaned closer and brushed his knuckles against Lee's cheek, still looking into his eyes, needing that connection, craving the love and desire he saw there. He gently moved Lee's hand away from his opening, then positioned himself between Lee's raised hips so that the round head of his cock pressed up against his hole. Slowly-so slowly-he pushed forward, still holding Lee's gaze. He heard Lee's breath catch in his throat as the head of Gai's cock entered him. Gai froze, and fear flickered inside him. Lee was probably still sore. "Are you all right?" he whispered. "Do you still want this?"
"Yes," Lee answered immediately, and he lifted his hips to give truth to the statement, forcing Gai's length another inch deeper within him. Gai felt bigger inside him than he'd remembered, and small flashes of pain followed as Gai slid fully into him, but Lee didn't care about that. The pain was negligible, and it meant that Gai was inside him. He'd dreamed so many times of this- of Gai telling him that he loved him, of Gai looking at him exactly like he was now, like Lee was precious to him. Something special that he treasured.
After so many years of being certain that his love for Gai was a poison eating at his heart and destroying them both- years where every time Gai looked away from him, every time tension hung in the air, every time Gai smiled that distant smile served as constant reminders that he was wrong for feeling the way he did- having that affection not only tolerated, but returned, was dizzying. Lee's fingertips touched lightly against Gai's cheek, and he watched them slide down Gai's jaw and over his throat, then his eyes darted back up to meet Gai's. "Do you, Sensei?"
"Yes," Gai whispered. His cock throbbed inside Lee, and the pressure of hot flesh around him made him dizzy with need. It took all his self-control not to pound into that tight young body. "I want this. I want you. I want to be deep inside you...to be joined with you." Slowly, he pushed forward, sheathing himself fully in Lee. "I want to hear your voice moaning my name." He pushed forward again, angling his thrust so that the head of his cock pressed firmly against that sensitive spot inside Lee. "I want to see you lost in pleasure."
Lee's breath escaped in a low whoosh as Gai hit that spot deep within, and his eyes slid closed. He hid his face against Gai's tanned shoulder, cheek pressing against sweat-dampened skin. Gai's words triggered a flash of pure satisfaction. Gai wanted him. Gai was hard and panting and shaking for him, because he wanted Lee and no one else. Greedy hands ran over Gai's shoulders, down his back, then settled on his hips and tugged forward as Lee simultaneously arched up, trying to pull Gai deeper within him. "Please, Sensei, please," he whimpered.
The sound of Lee's voice begging him triggered another hot rush of need. His hips jerked forward and back, and his cock pumped in and out of that tight, lube-slicked hole. He could feel Lee's erection sliding against his skin, a sweet friction, as Lee's fingertips pressed into his shoulders. "Lee...oh, Lee, Lee, Lee..." The name slid past his lips with each breath, becoming a mantra. With each thrust, his lips framed Lee's name again, and it felt almost like praying.
His fingers tangled in Lee's dark hair, gripping, and tilted his head back to expose the pale column of his throat. He kissed it, sucked it, hungry for the salty, warm, sweet taste of Lee's skin, hungry for the soft moans that fell from his lips, the feel of his pulse hammering just beneath the skin, his scent. Lee was beneath him, around him, filling his senses, making him crave more. He wanted Lee, only Lee, always Lee. He would never have enough.
Lee's eyes slid closed and his head pressed back against Gai's hands, the pressure and slight pain of Gai's mouth worrying at his neck forming a counterpoint to the deep satisfaction that followed every press of Gai's body into his own. He could feel the thrusts growing stronger as Gai's control slipped, and it was thrilling. The feel of Gai's muscles moving beneath his hands, the force behind every thrust as he sunk into him, bespoke carefully restrained power, and the idea that Gai would let go of that for him made arousal spark and dance in Lee's veins.
Lee's nails bit into Gai's hips encouragingly, and he hooked his calves behind Gai's knees. The shift in angle forced Gai that much deeper into him, triggering flashes of pleasure with every stroke. He squirmed beneath his teacher, trying to get impossibly closer- desperate for the feel of Gai's body over him, in him- incontrovertible, addictive proof that Gai wanted him. The part of Lee that was still capable of thought whispered that he could spend forever just listening to Gai whisper his name like that- soft, broken, both plea and prayer.
Gai buried his face against Lee's neck, breathing deeply of his scent, and fought for control. He was nearing the edge-pleasure and pressure building behind his cock, inside his balls-but he held back, forced himself to slow his pace. He wanted to make Lee come while he was still inside him...wanted to hear Lee crying out his name in pleasure. Gai angled his thrusts so that each one brought the head of his cock firmly against that spot inside Lee. His arms slipped around Lee, holding him close, so each movement increased the friction against Lee's cock.
Every slide of Gai's skin against his swollen erection made the pleasure slowly building within Lee mount, driven higher by the feel of Gai moving within him, stroking that spot deep inside. He moved beneath Gai as best he could, surging up to meet every thrust, trying to encourage Gai to move harder, faster, impossibly deeper. Throughout it all, Gai maintained the same maddeningly steady pace.
That control was frustrating. He wanted Gai the way he'd been before- needy and desperate, pounding into him roughly- but it felt too good, and the knowledge that it was Gai- Gai-sensei, his teacher, his mentor, his everything inside him made it all the better. Lee lost himself to the rhythm, his world narrowing to all the points where they were joined- Gai's lips pressed against his neck, Gai's muscled arms steadily supporting his back, and most of all, the feeling of Gai inside him. "Gai-sensei, please- Sensei- I need-" he murmured, the words falling unconsciously from his lips, then Gai pushed into him harder and orgasm hit, sudden and rough enough to steal his breath away. Lee tensed, Gai's name emerging as a low, choked sob.
Gai watched as come spurted from the tip of Lee's swollen cock, onto his chest. The sound of his name on those lips sent a wave of heat through him, making him momentarily dizzy. He abandoned control and pounded into Lee, hard and fast, his face buried against Lee's neck, until the need coiled low in his belly released and pleasure spiked through his brain, momentarily blinding him with a flash of white.
Gai emptied into Lee's body and went limp, panting, as sweat cooled on his skin. He could feel Lee's heart pounding against his chest, feel Lee's body trembling slightly against his. Slowly, Gai pulled out of him. His gaze focused on the red mark on Lee's neck-a mark left by his mouth, a mark that would probably form a bruise by tomorrow. He traced it with his fingertips. The heat of guilt spread through his chest...but at the same time, he felt a fierce flush of pleasure and possessiveness. Lee was his. The mark proved it. Then he felt another twinge of guilt at that thought. "Are you all right?" he whispered.
Lee blinked, vision swimming in and out of focus, and tried to concentrate on Gai's words. When his vision finally settled, he saw Gai staring down at him with a mixture of tenderness, possessiveness, and worry. The sight sent a wave of warmth through his chest, and Lee nodded. "I am fine, Sensei," he whispered, and he leaned up to press a soft, slow kiss against Gai's lips. A worry that Lee hadn't realize still lingered in his heart eased when Gai returned the kiss, and when it broke, his smile was dazed. "I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too, Lee." Gai wrapped his arms around his student and pulled him close, resting his chin against Lee's dark, glossy hair. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the warmth of Lee's body in his arms, the slowing rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers wandered up and down Lee's back, tracing the familiar patterns of his scars, the little bumps of his spine-invisible beneath a layer of skin and muscle, but still perceivable to his fingertips. "I love you so very, very much." He lay in silence for a few minutes, savoring the sensation of Lee's skin pressed against his. His mind floated through a blissful cloud of dreams, half-dozing, half-waking. "We should probably shower," he murmured at last, but didn't move.
Lee made a drowsy, reluctant sound and nuzzled in closer, his arm tightening around Gai's waist. Lying here like this, with the steady ache that served as constant reminder that Gai had taken him, was idyllic. He didn't want to move from the warmth and comfort of Gai's arms, and on a deeper level, he felt a faint fear that breaking the contact between them would change things- that Gai would start to regret it and pull away the moment they were no longer touching. "Can we stay like this?" he asked quietly, a plaintive note in his voice.
Gai hesitated, then nodded, his arms tightening around Lee. "Yes." He held him in silence for a few minutes longer, rubbing his back, pausing occasionally to place a soft kiss on his lips or cheek. Their skin was still damp with sweat and other things, and the sheets stuck to them, but showering could wait. Gai would hold Lee for as long as he wanted.
To Be Continued