Touch Me
In a daze, Tetsuhiro looked up at his senpai, not quite able to believe that which was taking place. With the older university students grip on his wrists, holding them above his head, he couldn't move. Even had his senpai, Tatsumi Souichi not taken hold of them, his body and all the muscles thereof felt far too weak for him to move. His body didn't listen to his brain, even speaking had proven difficult.
"Senpai," he breathed the words on a low whisper just before his senpais' mouth captured his lips.
His eyes widened – shocked. The moisture of the other mans tongue slid between his lips and circled round his tongue. Desire shot through him and being as hard as he was already, he shuddered in need. The need was so achingly painful. He needed release. Wanted to turn them over and give pleasure to his beloved one. Alas, he could not do more than breath, unable to move more than a fraction of a inch.
The brush of fingertips down his chest, bared to the air after having been removed by him. Not something the other man had ever done. Never initiated.
And those fingers, he shuddered, eyes rolling back as a moan ripped from his vocals, only to be muffled by their conjoined lips.
When had he ever felt so helpless? Never.
But he did not want the man to stop. He enjoyed his kiss, his touches.
Their tongues rolled around in his mouth, brushing the insides of his cheeks. Slow and sensual as his senpais' tongue rolled around his, caressing, exploring, teasing.
His own tongue flicked against his lovers. A sharp hiss was drawn from him, his own lips twitched, smug that he had caused the sound. But soon his smugness was wiped away when the blondes' teeth nipped at his lips. Not so hard that blood was drawn, but hard enough to sting, if but only for a moment.
Senpai broke the kiss, his mouth twisted into a smirk. "You want more, don't you, Morianga?"
He nodded, "Please..." His cock was aching so much that it was agony. Whatever he'd drank was very potent and he decided at that moment he might need to have a word with Hiroto. Then again, maybe not, not if it meant the man he so adored could get past his shyness and whatever else was keeping him back during intercourse. For that he'd have to thank him.
The man standing over him, frowned, "And what are you thinking about, Morinaga?"
He shook his head, "Wondering... what... was... in... the... drink."
"I imagine the same thing I guzzled down unknowingly which led us to this."
As he was about to say something else, his eyes were drawn to the shorter, slender mans hands which were working the fly of his trousers down.
Tetsuhiro gulped. Was Senpai about to give himself to him? Ride him? He wished he could move his limbs, to touch and caress. But whatever concoctions he'd drank had rendered him all but completely useless. While most of him wasn't able to move, there was one part of him which was very lively.
His brows furrowed when Senpai did nothing more than undo the zipper fly and button of his trousers. He much preferred him completely without a stitch on.
"Senpai..."
"Shh, don't speak, Morinaga. Or I'll stop right here." The slightly older mans' cheeks were slightly pink.
Tetsuhiros' own face felt a little warm with color. But he clamped his mouth shut and watched the science minded man un-button his own shirt. So slow that he felt he was going to go mad and that his cock would fall off from all the teasing. It ached so much due to that brew Hiroto had given to him without letting him know just what was in it, but he held back the whimpers.
Once more he tried to lift an arm, but when his Senpai had finished removing his shirt, the man caught hold of him by the wrists again and shoved the arms above his head.
"Morinaga," there looked to be the oddest glint in his lovers eyes.
He gulped, beads of perspiration starting to form from some trepidation.
"Tell me, Morinaga. What do you want me to do to you?"
He didn't know if this were actually happening. He was starting to imagine he must be dreaming. But as long as the man was touching him, if nothing else, then he could be happy with that.
"Touch me."
"Idiot, I am touching you."
"Touch me more."
The smirk and glint in the amber eyes did not go unnoticed. He gulped and began to worry just what his Senpai might be doing. He'd hit him often enough and at times even threatened to kill him, though more oft than not he had deserved it.
No words escaped his lips again even as he tried to say something, but speech itself was difficult now and then.
His body arched when cool fingers brushed down his neck and pinched a nipple, twisting it right and then left.
"S-stop." The feeling was too intense, too much. He flushed. Wanting more and yet at the same time unable to handle just how much his body needed it, was responding to it, aching more.
"Why should I? How many times did you not consider my wishes when voiced?"
His mouth closed and formed a thin line. There was nothing he could argue to that.
The blonde lowered his head, flicking his tongue around the abused nipple, soothing it and then blowing breath upon it.
"So, even your nipples get hard, Morinaga?" He mused, tendrils of long loosened hair trailing over the younger university students chest. "If I had a journal handy... I could preform so many tests to find out just what it is that makes men want this."
Morinagas' eyes closed once again, uncertain whether to laugh or cry. But he had known Tatsumi Souichi to be a man of science. He just hoped he no longer wished to find the cure for homosexuality. There was no cure. It was the way one was. Simple as that, but so many could not seem to grasp it. That love was love and should never have been designed with gender in mind.
All thoughts fled when he felt kisses and nibbles down over his ribcage, the dip below and then around his naval.
His breathing grew ragged. With one hand finding freedom, he moved it and placed it atop of his Senpais' head, where his digits curled around the light hued strands.
"S-s-senpai."
"Call me Souichi." And then his hand which had let go of the dark haired mans wrists encircled the base of his cock. His hair brushed over Morinagas' thighs, his lips parted and wrapped around the head of his lab assistants cock.
Tetsuhiros' body shook from pleasure and from shock. But no coherent words escaped his mouth, only moans and half whispered names – all of them Tatsumi-senpais' names and titles.
The grip he had on Senpais' hair tightened, his thighs trembling. He gulped when he felt the tip of his lovers tongue tease the slit of his head before swiping down to roll over, round and round his frenulum. Were he not already terribly hard, he would have been from his lovers ministrations. Maybe... just maybe there might be hope that his senpai would consider him his lover and not just some nuisance.
The questions he wished to ask however remained unspoken.
His head arched back, mouth widening, Adams apple bobbing as he moaned. The other man had taken more of his cock into his mouth. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
Then, Tetsuhiro tensed when he heard the pop of a lid opening. He blinked and lifted his head just a little. "Preparing yourself?" The idea of his senpai ever getting himself ready was something he thought he'd never see. But the thought of watching him do so, sent excitement coursing through him and causing another painful ache in his cock that felt as if it were twitching to find release.
One blonde brow arched above an amber-brown iris. "Prepare myself? No." His face was turning red and a scowl replaced whatever other look he'd had on his countenance.
Morinagas' eyes widened further, pupils dilating. "Y-you... you can't mean..."
He watched in horror as the other poured lube onto his fingertips.
"I do mean it. Those who don't even know how to prepare their lover properly shouldn't be on top. I don't recall you ever having used this." And although he hadn't wanted to hear it, his brother had mentioned using something like it between himself and that bastard Kurokawa.
But now was not the time to dwell upon that. There was still time to rid himself of that nuisance. Even if their father had given them his blessing. Preposterous.
He noticed the stricken look on Morinaga's face. "You're gay, so tell me, Morainga, why do you look so frightened?"
His lab assistant and room-mate gulped, licking his lips. "I...I've never..."
"You've never had another mans cock up your ass?" He blushed just at asking what he did, but he'd blurted it out, curious and yet, for some reason at the same time excited.
Morinaga flushed and looked away, lips pursed.
"Well?"
"Never..." The word was strangled, barely spoken, but had been heard.
Souichis' cock twitched at the fact. That part of Morinaga had never belonged to another. And tonight he would claim him. 'I'm not gay... but if its him...' He didn't really understand, but he wasn't going to stop.
With lube coated fingers he murmured, "Spread your legs, Morinaga."
"No."
"Why? Are you such an idiot, so arrogant that things can only be the way you want them to be?"
Morinaga shook his head, abashed. "T-that's not it."
"Then what is it?"
"I-if you're going to... do this... at least... call my name."
For a brief moment he thought about just continuing, it would be easy enough to move Morinaga's limbs. But it would be easier with the other mans complete compliance. "Tetsuhiro. Spread your legs." This time he spoke in more of a command, much as he did whilst they were in the lab and he was ordering Morinaga around to do things.
And as per usual, though in a far more intimate setting, Morinaga spread his legs – slow due to being stricken with whatever drug had been in what he'd drank.
Souichi licked his lips, surprised by his continuing desire despite seeing Morianga's cock, his ass bared to him and the virgin hole.
He leaned in and placed one of Morinaga's legs over his shoulder. With his second hand, he gently rolled his fingertips between the cleft of his ass and along the entrance that men used when copulating.
Hearing Morinaga hiss, he looked up into his eyes which were smoky with desire. Very different from their first time when Morinaga had taken him. There had been so much done since then.
He continued to press first one finger inside of Morinaga, no, Tetsuhiros' hole. Felt the man press out even as he breathed. And then something gave, his finger slid inside, past the ring of muscles, down to the last knuckle.
It felt weird to have his finger inside Mor-Tetsuhiro. But he didn't dwell on it. What he was doing was a means to an end and he wanted to give the other pleasure. For if he didn't, he doubted the man would let him top him again, even if they both found they liked things how they had been.
Whilst he thrust his finger in and out, his eyes locked on with the other mans, looking for any signs of distress. But the eyes were naught but dilated and those lips parted into an 'o' shape as he moaned and whimpered.
Souichi smirked again seeing how Tetsuhiros' fingers tug into the material beneath him. Good.
"S-senapi... S-souichi... unngh!"
After he'd pressed a third finger in and curled them, he had the other moaning higher pitched and crying out his name.
He knew then that what he'd found was what Morinaga-Tetsuhiro had found in him before. And it was a spot that if stimulated correctly at the right time could bring about so much pleasure to the receiver. But only if the giver was careful and Morinaga had not always been careful enough. Perhaps he'd learn from this experience or Souichi would deny him the privilege of topping him. Since little else seemed to work when trying to get him to act reasonably.
Reaching into his pants, he pulled out his cock. With Tetsuhiro unclothed before him and he himself only wearing trousers, he lined the head of his cock up against the other mans hole.
Thrusting forward, the head of his cock was sucked into Tetsuhiros' entrance and he stilled.
"Mor... Tetsuhiro?"
His kouhai panted, rocking his hips, slowly taking him in more and more.
By the sounds of the sharp hiss from Tetsuhiro, Souichi thought he must be in pain and went to pull back.
"No, don't... the first time... its always... painful."
"And how do you know if you've never."
"Gay Literature." He wasn't about to mention partners he'd had in the past though none that he'd been in love with, save one before Tatsumi Souichi.
Souichi lowered his head, brushing a kiss against Tetsuhiros' cheek and chin, then his lips captured the others as he thrust in fully, balls deep.
Both finally sated after a second round, Tetsuhiro brushed his fingers through Souichis' hair, spooning him. "I love you, Senpai... Souichi."
A flush of color tinged his cheeks and he mumbled, "Love you too. Idiot."
Tetsuhiro blinked, "What did you say?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself, now go to sleep. Or I wont let you lead next time either."
That shut the idiot right up and he was able to sleep – this time in the mans arms.
Hadraniel turned to Chamuel and smiled. "He has said it. Now the bond is complete and unable to be broken."
Chamuel nodded, "And if they were angels, they could have children born from their souls alone."
Hadraniel shook his head, "Perhaps, but frowned upon. However with the humans advances in technology it will not be long before two men can have a baby, though they will still need a surrogate. But they will be able to have one with both their DNA."
Chamuel took Hadraniels' hand and lifted it to his mouth. "Let us now go and enjoy each other as those two have."
THE END
Author Note: Terribly sorry about the delay and not making the deadline I set for myself. Which is why I never usually set one for myself. I've no excuses (well I do, but some people never seem to understand and I don't feel the need to defend myself anyway.). Hope those still reading have enjoyed this final chapter.
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And no mpreg in this nor will there be a sequel. I have too much going on I'm afraid. But it would have been amusing (and if anyone wants to write a sequel to this go ahead, not that I think anyone will) to have Tetsuhiro as the bearer/carrier.