Fast forward one week, and they couldn't keep their dicks for themselves. They sucked at resisting. Completely helpless. Whenever possible, fooling around was the way to go and the more they were together, the more desperate they got. They were like animals with nil urge control.
Just that morning, Taichi woke up to find Yamato's soft lips attached to his cock, sucking him idly into a "top of the morning to ya!". "Sometimes, a man simply deserves to get woken up with a blowjob," Yamato explained his sensual techniques. Then they met, lips over for coffee. Taichi wanted to have sex almost every night and Yamato considered it wicked-fun. Plus, Taichi adapted to this life-style mighty fast; he had all the big dick energy required to play the dom for Yamato, but then had some extra to spare to full-on beg for some dick for himself.
They'd stop in some family restaurant for dinner, where Taichi would wolf down food and Yamato would marvel at Taichi's metabolism all over again, and for more sex. Good, heated, passionate, mad, angry sex. One moment Yamato was slurping his curry and the next he had Taichi's fingerprints all over his arse, very much intending to make Yamato scream and scream for hours from being so royally, shamelessly, fully had. Half an hour after that, Taichi had his wrists tied up with his old school tie while he was bent over the window and fucked good by Yamato from behind. Two hours later, they were rolling around the house, switch-hitters battling for bottoming.
It's not that Yamato's issues regarding the current status of their relationship had all been vanquished. They didn't go anywhere. He wished. He was still terrified and those fears were in the back of Yamato's mind every day, but when it got bad, he talked to Taichi about it. Maybe… some of them started eroding.
In between, Taichi and Yamato were all too satisfied with each doing his own thing while sharing the space together, like they always had. Yamato jammed on his bass, Taichi read Manga and it was a real banger. A happy time spent well. It was quiet, but they could feel each other there. It was enough – that sense of presences interacting in the room. Taichi called Yamato beautiful once by accident. Not in a sexual way – simply out of nowhere. Yamato continued playing and rubbed Taichi's ankle.
As a matter of fact, since Yamato was too lazy to cook that night, they'd just emerged from one such family-owned, tonkatsu-serving establishment a minute before its closing time. They slugged to Taichi's car where Yamato wrapped his arms around Taichi's waist and placed his head on Taichi's shoulder before they started snogging widely in the car park.
"It's like being eighteen all over again," Taichi said and pushed his tongue back into Yamato's mouth.
Yamato moved back for a second. "Taichi…"
But Taichi went in again.
"Taichi…?"
Moan.
"Taichi!"
"What?!"
"I have a new pair of knickers," Yamato rumbled deep in his throat above Taichi's ear shell. "They are lacy with polka dots. Fancy taking a peep?"
Wearing things like that was sexy. It had that psychological effect which caused Yamato to feel very desirable. Taichi also had an obvious kink for it.
But what made the whole situation comical for Taichi was how serious Yamato was when he propositioned. Trust Yamato to admit to cross-dressing with a straight face. It was either that or flushing like mad for him – no middle ground.
Either way, the answer was yes, and they sneaked into an alley, each with an arm around the other's waist, and Yamato could feel Taichi's eyes on his arse whenever he bumped into his hips.
Taichi backed Yamato into the wall, turned him around, and bent him over, one hand clutching Yamato's hips and the other pushing his back down. Taichi bit Yamato's ear and cooed, "I swear, every time you bend over I get brain damage."
He pulled down the back of Yamato's jeans, just to have a peek. Yamato cheekily stuck his bum out, prepping it in perfect position to be slapped while wriggling it against Taichi's major boner.
"Is being inside me that good, Taichi?"
"Like you won't believe, you motherfluffer. You have no idea how warm and tight it is in you."
This was definitely Yamato's up-side when he was bottoming: that sensation of letting go, of having his body adored, of being full with someone else. The downside was of course the things that dripped out of him and dirtied his undies. And of course, the times when he and Taichi got a bit too wild and Yamato had to carry a pillow around all day to sit on.
Taichi's hands travelled to Yamato's glorious behind again and he moaned. Fresh, hot pre-cum was leaking from Yamato's beautiful dick into the lace and Taichi almost died when Yamato said, "Taichi, I just want your hot, throbbing, machine-gun of a dick going in and out of me in a jack-rabbit pace and I don't care which hole you're using for that purpose."
Taichi sighed. "This Sunday is going to be like a season finale for my life."
His arms wrapped Yamato up and he went under Yamato's undies for a rub. Yamato pushed Taichi to the wall and sunk with his hips into Taichi's lap.
They were unbuttoning each other and working on belts and zips. Yamato's cold hands ran up Taichi's flaming skin, sweeping along Taichi's perked nipples that completely begged for a suckling mouth. He hiked a knee to the wall near Taichi's left thigh so Taichi could run his hands over it and use it for balance.
Bodies pressed together, Yamato latched on Taichi's sharp deltas while Taichi was shuffling down the music list on Yamato's phone for some bass-heavy music they'd hump wildly to.
One of Taichi's hands ran up and down Yamato's toned arms. With the other Taichi fisted Yamato's hair and pulled his head to the side till the milky throat was exposed to him. "I'll shag you right – all night, Yama," Taichi rumbled and sucked on Yamato's jugular.
If Taichi hadn't known how his name sounds tumbling from Yamato's lips during an orgasm, he could have lived the rest of his life not knowing. But he knew and there's no way he'd be able go without it. Ergo, twisting their bodies around again, harsh hands forced Yamato against the wall and shot down into his lacy knickers, groping the soft buttocks harder and caressing Yamato's cock – touching and grasping whatever.
"Taichi! Fuck! My ass!"
"I have every bit the intention to."
Yamato looked over his shoulder and made sure Taichi was looking back at him. "Finger me first, this time. If I end up with haemorrhoids, you aren't getting any."
Taichi let Yamato suck on his fingers and introduced their slickness, clad with long strings of dripping saliva, to Yamato's bleached arsehole.
Yamato tried bucking into him, but Taichi held Yamato's hips pinned in place against the wall and kept Yamato from moving. Yamato was so sexy like that – vulnerable and needy.
Taichi whipped out his pulsing member. When he aligned it against Yamato's pucker and started pressing, the little hole twitched like crazy.
Taichi went in with a single thrust and took Yamato from behind. Yamato clenched his fists against the wall and scratched the bricks.
"I'm gonna take you so hard. I'll shove my cock into your cute little ass and when I'm done fucking your sweet bum, I'll shove it in your mouth," Taichi murmured around it and then came that moan, along with the slutty, "your cock is so big, Taichi. It's so good," that Taichi learnt to anticipate and which preluded the evaporation of all his inhibitions.
They were rutting like animals. The wall was skinning Yamato's tummy. When Taichi dug his fingers into Yamato's soft thighs and fucked him into the bricks while hammering down on his prostate, the only things getting out of Yamato were along the lines of, "AAaah! Fuck!"
Spreading himself on the hard chest behind him, liquefied, Yamato reached his arms back to tangle in Taichi's mass of hair. One went behind Taichi's neck and pulled him down to Yamato's mouth for a rough snogging session, sliding their tongues over each other. And to make it easier for Yamato to whisper, "faster."
Taichi scooted back to sit on the edge of some crate behind him and Yamato impaled himself on Taichi's stiff tool, rolling his hips with Taichi deep inside him. Going all the way down and squeezing on the way out.
The leverage was just enough to let Taichi pound into Yamato even harder. He squished Yamato's buns into each other, hotdogging and enjoying the image of Yamato's fatty cheeks wrapping Taichi's shaft snugly.
A few good thrusts of that, and Taichi turned Yamato around to fuck him face-to-face. And gravity? What gravity? Screw gravity! Taichi's libido had no rivals. He held the back Yamato's neck possessively, just like his best-friend-boyfriend loved it, and climbed back into Yamato's satisfied mouth to match him.
Their abdominals slapped each other between their bodies and it was somehow soothing and homey.
"You like cumming in my tight, little arse?" Yamato wheezed out somehow between moans– a sure sign he'd be done soon and wanted Taichi to follow.
The answer he expected, however, was not, "Go away, sick perverts! I'm calling the police!" coming from some hag on the top floor.
Yamato had no idea how he had his trousers back on, but he was leaning against Taichi's car, pulling up his zip, and smiling with all his teeth out at Taichi who was still panting next to him. Not for the reasons he intended to pant for, but that's life. After catching his breath, Taichi met Yamato's stare and they laughed their faces off.
Taichi slipped an arm around Yamato's shoulders. "Let's go home, get in bed, and form Omegamon."
"I'm not sure what's worse – you saying that or that it works as a sexual innuendo," Yamato said after blinking at him.
They got themselves into the car and Taichi started the engine. "Speaking of Omegamon, when did you think about telling Agumon and Gabumon?"
Taichi wasn't sure if the red on Yamato's cheeks was a result of the high-adrenalin activity they engaged in only two minutes ago, or the question, but Yamato shrugged and looked outside the window.
"I don't think they have any comparable functions and I am not going to force Koushiro to break time and space just so I could have the birds and bees talk with them. Besides, I think they are programmed to sense things like that about us by themselves."
Taichi snuck a quick glance at him before returning his eyes to the road, ever the sceptic. "Really? You don't think it's important to mention the sexual component of human behaviour to someone who can burst through the door while we're shagging each other's arses?"
"So what do you want me to do? Go to the Digital World with a sex ed Power Point presentation, banana, and a condom?"
"No, I want you to not be passive about it or pretend it's trivial!"
"It is trivial!"
"No, it's not! They should know about something like this."
"So what do you want to do, fearless leader?!"
"It's not nuclear physics, Yamato! We just go there and tell them that sex is a thing we do and that we want privacy when we do it."
"They aren't children," Yamato ground through his teeth.
Taichi gave him a flat look.
Yamato relented. "Let's at least ask Koushiro what he thinks, alright?"
"Fine…"
"Fine."
They drove like that for a few more minutes – each silently fuming in his seat – until Yamato decided this was bogus. "By the way… Taichi?"
"…Yeah?"
Yamato shook his head, probably redder than the heart of the sun. "Any chance you'll wear your goggles to bed?"
A furious blush on mocha cheeks, which matched Yamato's, accommodated, "perv..."
"Please?"
"Is that really your thing…?"
"Like you won't believe, you motherfluffer."
Stopping at the red light, Taichi and Yamato took each other in.
"Alright, but you'll owe me for desecrating them."
After parking beneath Yamato's flat, Taichi gave Yamato a look.
Yamato knew that one. He knew what Taichi wanted and Taichi knew the effect it had on Yamato.
They scrambled through the hall, but didn't make it to the room before Yamato dived to his knees and began sucking Taichi off.
When they did manage to make it through his bedroom door, Yamato covered Taichi's eyes with his palms and whispered, "close your eyes and undress me slowly..."
Yamato peeked between his fingers to make sure Taichi's eyelids were shut like they should. He took Taichi's hands and put them on his hips, giving Taichi a starting point at the hem of Yamato's shirt.
It wasn't hard getting Taichi into it. This was supremely hot. Taichi slid his hand under Yamato's shirt, listening to Yamato's subtle breathing. He was peeling of Yamato's T and he was slow – just like Yamato asked. Thumbs brushed the clefts of Yamato's wound abs that rose and fell with his tummy. It quivered under Taichi's finger tips, telling him how hard he was turning Yamato on and robbing Yamato of his functions.
Up, up, up Taichi explored the oscillatory design of Yamato's ribs. He ran his hands around Yamato's breastbone experimentally, climbed further up, pulled off Yamato's shirt, and let it drop from his shoulders, sailing to the ground.
Taichi gave Yamato's neck a few more love-bites before kissing down his bare torso and lingering on it. He wanted to suck on Yamato's pierced nipple something bad and it hardened into a sensate pebble in Taichi's mouth. Taichi pulled the metal with his teeth, so rough he almost tore it out of Yamato. He waited for that "Ah! Fuck!" of intense pain and pleasure Yamato made, before flicking his tongue against it and continuing South. This was the stuff dreams are made of.
When standing became a serious obstacle between Taichi and Yamato's belly button, Taichi had to find the edge of the bed with his arse and groped his way back to Yamato's body. There, he pulled Yamato to him and dipped his head into Yamato's gorgeous navel – Taichi's personal treasure.
While licking in and out of Yamato's belly button, and playing with yet another piece of metal, Taichi's hands took slow detours along the body of Yamato. He smoothed them down the firm biceps bulging from Yamato's thin arms, up Yamato's chest, and all the way in and around his fantastic ass. Resolution came only when Taichi shoved both under Yamato's jeans and squeezed his luscious buns.
Yamato almost fell on him, but latched on to Taichi's shoulders with both of his shaking hands curled into a fierce grip.
One of Taichi's hands moved to the forefront and tore off anything that kept Yamato's trousers up and closed. He was lucky Yamato didn't bother fastening his buckle on the way back home.
With his mouth still lapping at Yamato's stomach, Taichi ripped Yamato out of his clothes and bit him – exactly where Taichi's lips were hovering over. When Yamato gasped, Taichi's fingers skidded across the warm skin of Yamato's flanks until Taichi reached the pubic bone. He crooked two fingers and pushed them inside Yamato.
Yamato moaned and Taichi sensed him moving forward, setting his knees on either side of Taichi till he was sitting in Taichi's lap and moving his arse up and down Taichi's digits. Arms perched behind Taichi's head, Yamato flurried a stream of kisses down his warm neck. When he laid a deep, open-mouthed one on the gentle indenture between Taichi's shoulder and throat, Taichi whined and flipped them over, caging Yamato with his body.
"You can open your eyes now." Yamato lay back and spread his knees wide, exposing the small hole Taichi wanted to enter. "I want you to dominate me tonight, Taichi."
Taichi's precious self-control was seriously dwindling. Again. There was no winning with Yamato! He'd give Taichi pain so he could take his pain away.
One of Yamato's hands settled on the base of Taichi's skull, pulling him into Yamato's mouth, and another slid down Taichi's back, running across the length of muscled brown.
The original idea they had in mind was to break the kiss so Taichi could pull off his shirt, but Taichi had an additional one.
"Don't move," he commended. He got off Yamato and moved to open the window.
Noise syphoned inside like a hydraulic tube.
"I want everybody on the street to know I'm fucking you."
"Bugger off!" Yamato barked, but thoroughly enjoyed Taichi's possessive streak. Though Taichi stopped being jealous right after they mutually agreed that this is how they want to live. That's it. Gone. He was completely relaxed about it. He didn't doubt how deep Yamato's loyalty ran.
Making the pedestrians listen to Taichi fucking Yamato didn't exactly go according to Taichi's plan. The glass of that rackety old window didn't budge and the screeches Taichi forced out of it pissed Yamato off and squared his impatience.
"Freakin' hell Taichi! Get over here or I'll fuck myself!"
Now here's a fun idea. Taichi would gladly see that again.
"Do it. I want to see you," Taichi ordered more than asked. He pounced back into the bed, the springs beneath him creaking their angst.
Spinning them around, Taichi sprawled himself diagonally on the mattress and grabbed Yamato's waist with little care for gentleness. So what if Yamato'd get a new mark or two? Just a little bruise.
Taichi played around a bit with Yamato's body, turning him this way and that, till Yamato was facing away from Taichi on all fours. Finally, Yamato was in the perfect, vulnerable pose – on his spread knees, with his pried open arse high in the air and right in Taichi's face; white, delicious thighs parted to show Taichi a pink hole. Yamato was on complete display for Taichi.
His cheek was pressed to Taichi's inner thigh and the stiff, brown cock was rubbing Yamato's nose every time Taichi gave it a yank.
"Do it. Fuck yourself."
Yamato blinked at Taichi once, with a kind of honest, doe-eyed stare that made Taichi's member twitch with excitement. Taichi watched, hypnotised, as Yamato's slick finger circled the tight, red ring, making it shiny and glossy, before Yamato pushed it into his well-used passage.
Taichi counted the seconds till Yamato's hole slurped the digit all the way until the last knuckle was in and then spit it back out with a lovely mewl from Yamato.
"Another one." Taichi kicked off his trousers and briefs from under Yamato, and fell back on the bed with a hard grip over his swollen cock.
Yamato did what he was instructed to, and Taichi got a load of Yamato pinching his eyes shut and biting his lower lip when another finger slipped its way into his arse. From here, Taichi could really see the tender skin around the ring stretching till it became a blushing red and clinging to Yamato's knuckles, moving as a small fold every time they came in or out. What a view!
He began shaking and it was very erotic.
"Two fingers isn't wide enough, Yamato. You know how big I am." Taichi sucked on his own middle finger, lubricating it with saliva, and shoved it inside Yamato too. That was so hot!
Yamato yelped and started moaning and groaning like an animal with rabies while riding everything that was inside his arsehole back and forth.
It was more than Taichi could take. His wild hard-on cried to be buried deep inside Yamato now. It was about to explode in his hand!
Taichi pulled out all their fingers and Yamato instinctively wanted them back, but he was about to get something much bigger and much better. What he didn't expect was for Taichi to grab his hips, pull him down towards him, and make him sit on Taichi's face. Or that Taichi'd grab Yamato's old school tie out of fuck knows where and use it to tie Yamato's hands behind his back.
"You have very pretty thighs, Yama…" Taichi said. He nipped and bit Yamato's inner thighs, feasting on his lovely boy and sucking on both sides, till Yamato's milky skin was an ocean of love bites, and mewling complaints were dropping out of his lush mouth like syrup. So sexy. Really, such a kitten. Taichi licked him all over. It cost him a lot of mental fortitude points not to straight up eat his kitten out, but Yamato didn't let Taichi do a rim-job on him without washing first. Shame. He had such a soft butt. 'Yummy-yama'.
"Crap, Taichi, I'm a man. Don't say stupid shit like that…" But Yamato wore his extra-large smirk while rubbing his foot along Taichi's body, telling him he wanted it bad.
Swirling him upside down, Taichi smiled hugely at Yamato's white-hot, half-lidded, sexed-out face. It was reflected right back at him.
"I want you. Now," Yamato purred into his mouth and Taichi swallowed each noise he produced, like a baby bird feeding.
He turned them around and spread Yamato's legs open beneath him. Yamato latched onto Taichi's shoulders and pulled, urging him to bring his body as low as possible so they could press their chests together and be much, much closer.
Taichi laved at his neck, going for that tender spot that made Yamato clutch to him and moan "Taichi…" in the dirtiest way Taichi ever heard his name being uttered. Having Yamato like this was hot for sure.
Taichi sneaked his hand inside the drawer and unwrapped a condom, slipping it on while keeping Yamato's knees open with his own.
One second before Taichi was about to plunge into that spasming hole, he had a funnier idea.
He started fucking Yamato in small motions, a shallow sort of demi-fuck, and waited for him to beg for Taichi's love.
Yamato panted and strained his eyes open, trying to push himself back unto Taichi's cock. His glare spelled 'what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-doing?!'
Taichi chuckled with a shit-eating grin all over his stupid face.
Every time Yamato tried pulling Taichi in for a kiss, Taichi retreated and remained hovering over him, close enough to torture Yamato with hot breath over his swollen lips but nowhere near close enough to satisfy him. When Yamato tried raising his head to follow him, Taichi placed a hand on Yamato's throat till he almost chocked himself on it and had to lie back down. He was so frustrated and needy and in so much pain.
Yamato raised his pelvis from the bed in demand and Taichi's grin got that much broader. "You seemed satisfied with just that, didn't you, kitten?" He slapped Yamato's arse. "Slut." Or rather, he slapped the piece of flesh between Yamato's arse and thigh, or whatever it was that wasn't hidden by the mattress and jiggled prettily when Taichi's hand hit it.
Keeping this game up was a constant struggle. The most amazing sensation in the world – Yamato's hole dilating around Taichi and trembling, asking so politely to be ripped open – was torturing Taichi's sensitive cock. Poor Taichi!
Especially after he got punched – with a hit that would absolutely leave a purple welt tomorrow. Damn, that strong bastard! Yamato tore right through the knots. '"dominate me" my arse!"'
But Yamato had as much a yob-worthy expression on when he retaliated as Taichi had. "Taichi! Ravage me. Don't make me impatient!"
"You're a feisty little shit!" Taichi laughed his face off – with Yamato, not at him.
Faster than he could process, Yamato linked his ankles around Taichi's waist, turned them around so he was the one on top, and forced Taichi inside him till Taichi's entire hard length intruded on Yamato's body.
Yamato screamed from the pleasure of the powerful thrust. "Yes! Fuck! That hit the spot."
Raising his hands, Taichi ceded his defeat and they burst out, howling.
Taichi swirled them around again and spread Yamato's legs far apart. A wave of pride washed over him when Yamato's fists balled into the sheets he was being pounded through.
Yamato yelped from a particularly deep thrust and sent his arms over Taichi's back. A few minutes later, things got rough and Yamato threw his arms over his head and grabbed the bedpost. It served two purposes: leverage, so he'd get Taichi to fuck him harder, and also prevent his head from banging against the wood.
The house echoed with flesh slapping flesh, with harsh breathing, and with pleasured moans that filled the air. Yamato's hands ran along his face, his neck, his chest. He grabbed Taichi's buttocks, squeezed, and pulled like he was helping Taichi into his body.
Taichi leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. His lips skimmed Yamato's nose and planted fluttery little kisses on it.
It was Taichi – and Taichi alone – to whom Yamato loved losing his control. Here he was powerless and it gave him a sense of strength. Here he was dominated and it gave him control. He loved being treated like a piece of meat when he asked for it. He loved how Taichi made him cry when he wanted him to. He loved how rough Taichi was to him when he begged for it. He loved seeing Taichi lose control for reasons different from his own. He loved how Taichi listened to what Yamato wanted and trusted them both with the execution. He loved that he could do this with him.
His pants left humid blotches against Taichi's jaw while his arse was being fucked into the mattress.
Yamato spun them around again, wanting that good penetration he got when he rode Taichi with gravity on his side.
It was at that moment that a duet composed of Daisuke's and Taichi's singing voices interrupted them and Yamato's vibrating phone dropped near his ankle.
Before he managed to kick it off, Taichi's elbow landed on the green answer key and Takeru's voice swelled up from the device. They exchanged apologetic glances with each other, Taichi for what he did and Yamato for what he was about to do.
He took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and became brave. "Sorry, Teeks, can't talk. I have the most gorgeous guy in the universe balls deep inside my poop-hole and he's hung like a goddamn Pegasus."
A moment of really, really painful quiet had stressed on both sides of the line, until Takeru processed what he'd just heard. "Why did you answer the bloody phone?!"
"I'm bottoming, so it's all right," Yamato winked at Taichi, ensuring him he was joking just in case, "and yes, the sex is so good it hurts to exist. I'll probably need a nap and a new butthole tomorrow."
"Yeah… alright… Say hi to Taichi." Takeru hung up. Yamato stared at his phone, swallowing his saliva and turning red faster than an ambulance siren. The cells of his body were grimacing.
Before Yamato was aware of anything else, Taichi grabbed Yamato's waist, hard, and forced that precious butthole as down as it could go on his dick while Taichi bucked his own hips upwards.
Yamato felt himself shoved down the cock and half yelped-half moaned.
Taichi yanked Yamato's phone away and threw it out of reach. "Stop worrying about it," he panted, "it happened. That's it."
Yamato tilted his head forward and curled a hand around Taichi's feverish neck, dragging Taichi up for a kiss. "Alright…"
Yamato rode Taichi off and came hard all over Taichi's belly. Then he flipped them around and, while Yamato's dick was still up and wet, took Taichi from behind. Orgasms were so, so much stronger like this and Taichi loved doggy style.
"Yama!... fuck, Yamato! The front! Do it from the front!"
Yamato didn't waste a second. Clasping Taichi's waste, he turned Taichi around and hiked one of his strong, sexy legs over Yamato's shoulder to use it for leverage. Get that nice angle to fuck him deep and hard.
Taichi was perfect, jiggling helplessly beneath him, moaning, writing, and loving Yamato moving in an out of him with the force of a jet-engine.
It wasn't long till Yamato had Taichi tightening around him. It was a spectacle when Yamato let Taichi release and dropped, boneless, next to Taichi, who wasn't any less of a pile of gooey flesh that snuggled up to Yamato.
Yamato stretched, curling his body sinuously under Taichi and brushed moist strands off Taichi's sweaty forehead before moving in to massage his scalp.
"You alright? Do you need anything? I didn't lube you..."
Taichi, all shy with a matching cute blush, looked away when he said, "another kiss?"
Yamato melted on the spot and complied with Taichi's wish. Taichi was such a pumpkin!
"And cuddles?"
Well, that was a given.
"I should get around to washing these." Yamato thumped the rumpled sheets, somewhat forlornly.
Taichi huddled further into his blanket and gave it a little whiff before burying his head in it. "You don't have to… "
"Taichi, the room smells like arse."
"I don't wanna wash things you ejaculated on. It smells nice. Just let the sheets hang."
Yamato buried his face in Taichi's sweaty neck and poked his cheek. "And I have fucked up tastes?"
He heard Taichi smiling into the sheets.
"I'm still going to wash them."
The evening sounds of the city filtered through the window Taichi left ajar.
Yamato tried to pry his way from under Taichi's body without waking him up, but had to face his failure when his wrist was taken hostage. "Boo!" Taichi complained, "Come back here and love me!"
"It's been a while since my stomach had something in it that wasn't semen. Want something from the kitchen?"
"Fetch me a beer," Taichi said, releasing him.
When Yamato walked back into the room with a shrimp sandwich and a cold, popped beer he handed over to Taichi, he received an appraising, up-and-down stare from his boyfriend.
Yamato swallowed his bite and spat, "what?"
"Let's go to the Omagari fireworks next week. We could go for a blinky run with a gallon of ice cream from Baskin-Robbins and there's going to be that foreign band you like. What say you?"
"You just want Takoyaki." Yamato was aware of what Taichi tried doing, and he tried doing it without making the situation awkward for Yamato. So Yamato rewarded him. "I like Aerosmith, but prepare to have a mildly good time with a hint of disappointment. There is a substantial probability for something to go terribly awry, though…" He considered the proposition for a few more seconds. "A'right, yeah. I gues-" he coughed out a bulb of phlegm into a napkin, "A random activity we don't do every day… for our first date as an official couple… sounds… Nice."
"Cheers! You know, I heard somewhere that dating your partner in crime has the best relationship potential."
Hey, just because they loved drinking, didn't mean they weren't crazy enough to have a good time sober.
"Maybe we'll see Teeks and Hika there. How perfect will that be?"
Yamato gave him a quick look and went back to chewing on his sandwich. "Too perfect, frankly."
"What do you mean?"
"There is no 'perfect.' If it's perfect, something's wrong. It's not like I want them to break up or anything. I'm just prepared for it."
Taichi stared at him with question marks around his head, so Yamato tried elaborating.
"Sometimes I get the feeling they're together out of inertia – not passion. I mean, they're very…" he twirled his unoccupied hand around in search for words. "Vanilla," he concluded. "Some relationships just work way better as platonic, you get me? Other times, I think they understand each other when other people can't. So… I donno'…"
"So what about Dai and Ken or Kou and Mimi?"
"Bloody hell, Taichi. Please don't be one of those people who get into a relationship and decide everyone else should be in one."
"I cannot guarantee any such thing."
Yamato snatched the Sapporo can from Taichi's fingers and gulped it down. "Then I'm withholding your beer rights."
Taichi's eyes pried open into flying saucers and he attempted to launch himself at his booze, but Yamato pushed him back down via one, strong hand against Taichi's chest that thrust him off. That's how Taichi was forced to witness Yamato finish every last drop of his favourite beverage.
"You're a monster!"
"So we have an understanding, yeah?"
Taichi pouted, "yes, sir," and when Yamato put the can down, Taichi pounced on him with a vengeful attack of tickles.
Thus concluded their afternoon.
In the middle of the night, Yamato woke up into the warm neck he rested by, smiled, and brushed a small kiss into the skin there. Taichi made sleepy sounds and Yamato's grin broadened. He continued trailing swift smooches up Taichi's jawline and assaulting the firm lips above it with more soft kisses. He kissed them again and again, till Taichi started kissing him back.
When Taichi regained enough consciousness, Yamato rose to his knees under Taichi's inquisitive stare. He pulled down Taichi's waistband with clumsy tugs, till Taichi's half-erect member was in clear view.
Since Yamato slept naked on summer, he was pardoned from doing the same for himself. He moved one leg over Taichi's pelvis and straddled him, sucked on his pointing and middle fingers, and plunged them into his own arse. Yamato was still wide and well-lubed from earlier, so there wasn't much to prepare. He yanked them out of himself and leaned back with his entire body, hands on either side of Taichi's knees.
The second Taichi's cock was fully awake and willing to greet him, Yamato spread his bum and sat on Taichi's tool.
He rode Taichi, working himself up and down Taichi's very sizable erection.
It was slow. He stretched over Taichi like a cat, threw back his head at the sensation of every vain rubbing his inner walls as they sucked Taichi in and out, and moaned softly. He leaned forward, his hands worshipping Taichi's fantastic, rising and descending abs under them, and kissed Taichi sweetly. Nibbled on his neck a bit. Sometimes, Yamato arched his back into a feline curve with his eyes shut in pleasure and his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks every time his bum hit Taichi's hips.
Taichi wrapped one lazy arm around Yamato's back to press them a bit closer, and caressed the gorgeous boy on his stomach, fingers sweeping across a tall spine.
"Is this you being romantic, Kitten?"
Yamato sniggered, but the sound was lethargic and unfocused. "I don't do romantic."
"Try? For me?"
"Since when are you romantic?"
"I'm not. I just want to see you make an arse of yourself." Despite the statement, Taichi picked up Yamato's palm and kissed it for many long seconds. He lifted it, and kissed the wrist too, eyes still gauging Yamato, waiting for him.
Yamato had that face – when he gets ready for a challenge.
"Alright."
He slid off Taichi's erection and headed out to the entrance hall. Taichi followed Yamato's silhouette as it returned with a rough leather combat boot and tinkered with something around the eyelets.
'Wha…?'
It wasn't until Taichi's wrists were pinned down and tied in a shibari knot to the bedpost that Taichi was absolutely sure Yamato ain't gonna literally kick his ass: Yamato only needed the shoelace. The boot itself was dropped to the floor and ignored. Yamato didn't even bother putting it back near the apartment door's cabinet.
Sitting back on Taichi's hips, Yamato peered down, satisfied with his handiwork as the last loop went over the bed railings. Now Taichi was properly bonded.
As a person, Taichi was very complacent in the bedroom and that obedience went several layers deep.
Yamato stretched a hand to his nightstand, but instead of taking out condoms, he jerked open the second drawer. Yamato pulled out a box of strange, medical-like tools Taichi hadn't seen before, a pair of white, single-use latex gloves, a bottle of antiseptic, and a small barbell – just like the ones scattered along his body.
"What do you think, Taichi?" Yamato placed the metal rod against Taichi's navel, envisioning how the titanium would look going through it.
"But not there!"
Their eyes clashed. The fact the location of the piercing was the main issue Taichi had here caught them both off-guard. Yamato, almost systematically, checked every CM on Taichi's face, making sure it was Taichi who had given him consent to go through with this and not Taichi's sex hormones.
"I thought navel piercings were your favourite."
"On you."
"So where do you want it?"
Taichi grinned. "The second favourite."
Yamato raised the barbell to Taichi's nipple. Taichi was right; it did look better there. "Which side?"
"Right."
Yamato nodded while slipping on the gloves. "I'm going to use a 14 gouge piercing. Unlike with your dick, just because it's thicker doesn't inherently mean the insertion is more painful. It actually makes the piercing more stable."
"Got it." Taichi laughed. Yamato talked about his dick again. "By the way, isn't there this thing where the side you pierce indicates the role you play in bed?"
"It's a thing. Didn't reckon you knew about it."
The conversation didn't last past this point. When Yamato dabbed the antiseptic-imbibed cotton ball against Taichi's dusky areola, the muscles beneath him tensed. Hard.
That won't do.
"How about we do it like this…?" Yamato offered and slid his bum back on Taichi's hips, bumping into the slackening erection and giving it a few rejuvenating caresses. "You. In me. While I pierce you…?"
Yamato switched between watching Taichi trying to fathom the paradoxical reactions of his own body – which was hilarious – and focusing on getting Taichi's meat up his arse again.
He clumped Taichi's nipple with a tool that looked like scissors but, instead of blades, had two hollow rings – and went further down Taichi's cock.
Having the flesh of his nipple shaved away didn't hurt as much as Yamato promised and there was almost no resistance, but it wasn't pleasant. The pressure, mostly.
While Yamato replaced the needle with the barbell and fastened the orb, Taichi's universe was a dissonance between the mad sensations he was experiencing down below and the invasive ones on his chest. Pleasure-pain, from inserting himself into Yamato and having Yamato insert something of himself into him.
Yamato finished. He threw the gloves to the bin, put the box back, and watched Taichi adjust and relax.
Taichi didn't need long. He pried open his knees for Yamato on instinct and wore a pretty pout. "Kitten, please do something nice to my bum."
Yamato grinned at the eagerness Taichi presented him with, and stuck two fingers into Taichi's anus while leaning towards him so they could passionately eat each other's faces. Yamato'd already learnt which angle worked best for Taichi and how Taichi liked to have his prostate massaged. Taichi got used to having his bum played with mighty quickly
"Let me tell you something," Yamato said after he let Taichi cum. He pulled out his fingers and held Taichi's shoulders so that Yamato's eyes were drilling indigo blue into him. "I will let you open me. I will open myself to you," he murmured – as if this entire exercise was not a result of Taichi's earlier teasing at all. "Open completely." Yamato impaled himself on the last few centimetres of Taichi's cock and thrust back up.
Hands moving to Taichi's stomach, Yamato rode him well into the night.
"My eyes," thrust "my ears," thrust, "my earlobes," thrust "my punctures," thrust "my hands," thrust "my fingers," thrust "my fingertips," thrust, "my lips," thrust, "my mouth," thrust, "my cavities," thrust, "my throat," thrust, "my eyelashes," thrust, "my tear ducts" thrust "my nostrils" thrust, "my sinuses," thrust, "my mind," thrust, "my chest," thrust, "my veins," thrust, "my arteries," thrust, "my tissues," thrust, "my pores" thrust, "my pipes," thrust, "my strings," thrust, "my toes," thrust, "my ankles," thrust "my legs," thrust, "my knees," thrust, "my thighs," thrust, "my arsehole that you love stuffing with your prick so much," thrust.
Yamato drove his canines through his lower lip, stifling a wild groan around the taste of fresh blood. "M-my… My…" thrust, "me-y," thrust, "me!" thrust, "me!", thrust, "ME!".
Yamato's hands fisted Taichi's wild mane, tugging and pulling, riding Taichi hard and drowning out the grates of rusty bedsprings with savage moans and promises.
The slapping sound of his arse hitting Taichi's soft thighs was loud and clapping. Yamato was practically bouncing on his cock.
Taichi couldn't tear his eyes away from him. He and Yamato disarming each other's protections and becoming defenceless in front of the other was nothing new, but it didn't mean he would stop being amazed by it all over again.
"They will be open and not close again!" Yamato orgasmed into Taichi's belly-button, filling it up with seed till it looked like a shot glass of kefir. He collapsed into Taichi's shoulder, splattering himself with a few cum drops.
Breathing deep, laboured and exhausted, Yamato slid down Taichi's sprawled body and rolled off him to drink his own creamy-white handiwork from Taichi's navel.
Once satiated, Yamato monkeyed his way up Taichi's chest and threw a knee over him. Yamato made Taichi look at him, an image of ecstasy that cooed, "swallow all of me, alright?"
How could Taichi ever refuse him? Their tongues matched, moving from one mouth to the other, snowballing the contents of Yamato's mouth. Meanwhile, Yamato reached between them and, with a well-practiced touch, was about to give Taichi a mind-blowing hand-job – if it weren't for the fact that Taichi had just got off. Was that from the kiss? F yeah! Yamato barely brushed his thumb on the tip of Taichi's penis before a thick spray coated his wrist. Taichi moaned so hard into his mouth, they spilled cum-imbibed saliva over their chins and throats.
For a few minutes, no one did anything other than panting over the other's face. That was some pretty intense orgasming.
"Happy…?" Yamato asked, finally managing to string syllables together.
"Exhilarated…" Taichi smiled like crazy, eyes still shut, coming down from the ecstasy.
"Romantic enough for you?"
The answer didn't matter. Yamato threw his body to the side, picked up his trousers from the floor, and took out his pocket knife. "We need to sort off your wrists."
He cut Taichi loose from the bondage and threw the blade on his nightstand before examining the tell-tale, deep chafing marks on Taichi's wrists.
Yamato would go shopping tomorrow; if this was going to continue, they needed to gear up. He'd get them some proper kinbaku ropes or satin ties. Whatever Taichi fancied. He also needed a new shoe-lace.
The first thing Taichi did after regaining his freedom was to weakly hug Yamato and stroke his muscular calf that was still thrown over Taichi's waist.
Yamato always had his own, strange way of being passionate, but 'wow' didn't begin to cover how tonight's shenanigans made Taichi feel. "Well…shit. If you're done using me, I'll have you know I love you so, so fucking much it makes me wanna meet my maker." Taichi pulled Yamato's neck and their lips melted against each other.
Taichi also pulled the blanket over his face so that only a pair of wild eyes, full of mischief, peeked over its rim.
"You aren't going to kill me in my sleep over the romantic thing, right?"
"I kinda hoped one day we'd both just drop dead mid-chain orgasms while tripping on acid. That's the ambition anyhow." Yamato lowered the hem of the quilt off Taichi's face and licked inside Taichi's ear-shell with every word when he asked, "wanna try the lacy knickers on next time?"
Heat spread across Taichi's face, but he nodded in the affirmative. Apparently, kinks turned him on pretty good as well.
"Hey, Ishida?"
"Yeah?"
Taichi propped himself on his elbow and met Yamato's sleepy, indigo stare from above. "I'm going to make you the kind of 'wow – who believed this is even possible' happy."
Matching the determination that peered down at him, Yamato picked a hand sanitizer from his drawer. He cleaned up the fingers that recently went up Taichi's arse, before using them to caress Taichi's cheek.
"I know you will." He smacked Taichi on the head. "And stop saying embarrassing things with a serious tone!"
Two big brown eyes closed on his delicate face when Taichi hugged all the blankets and Yamato had to take a moment to appreciate the magnitudes of sheer cuteness that was Taichi in a blanket burrito. Taichi rolled onto Yamato's chest and turned himself into a cocoon while Yamato secured him in a hug. Together they formed an igloo of bedsheets.
"Yama?"
"Yamato. What?"
"Can we make daifuku mochi over the weekend?"
"You mean, can I make mochi for you?"
"Please?"
Yamato grunted. "They take a forever and a half to make."
Taichi pouted.
Yamato sighed.
"Next weekend, if you buy me adzuki beans and mochiko, I'll make you mochi, alright?"
Yamato could feel Taichi's lips spread sideways against his ribs, and a cold nose buried itself in his armpit.
"Thank you, Yama!"
"Yamato."
At night, finding something to fill the moments between orgasms, biding their time till another wave of lust had drowned them, Yamato woke Taichi up.
"Take your dick out of me and let's go."
Yamato dragged him down to the neigbourhood's playground. Sometimes, he just wanted to grab Taichi and run away; live life on the road.
The soporific hum of cicadae greeted them along with the view of the bay. The waters were still enough to allow for a moon-path to form and go on and on till it disappeared behind the line where the ocean kissed the sky.
They talked about nothing really, about stupid things, and about the future.
Summer will be over soon and they are the only ones who feel it.
"Reality is fixed, but you can always change your mind," Yamato said and Taichi thought he understood what he meant.
"I guess. It's good to have plans, know who you are, and know where you're heading. But alsoto learn to let go, change routes, and not let who you are stop you from becoming who you can be."
"We don't have time to get old, though."
They laughed quietly into the dark.
Yamato took his T-shirt and Joggers off and, before Taichi got to ask, undressed him too, discarding their clothes till they wore nothing but skin and walked with their bare feet.
"Yamato-"
"Taichi, no one in this dead-arsed place is gonna see us. Everyone here gets to bed by 10 PM. And if anyone did see your naked arse, they ain't gonna care – it's a dead city. No one cares about strangers in the dark." And no one would interrupt this delicate, private moment between them.
Yamato moved towards the swing set, rewarding Taichi with the view of his soft backside. Did he want to be taken again, already? "Yamato, I'm sore…" Taichi caught up to him and threw his arms around Yamato's waist. His hand slipped into Yamato's bum and Taichi tapped his finger against Yamato's muscled ring. "… And your pooper's swollen. Let's lay off for a bit."
"Not everything's about sex," Yamato said, tone soft but a bit miffed. "… sometimes, we just need to be naked..."
Taichi let him go and bent down to pick up the shirt he was deprived of. He threw it over the swing adjacent to the one Yamato had occupied to avoid getting splinters up his arse, and parked his rack on it. For a while, they sat in relative quiet with only Yamato's whistling breaking the stillness, giving the swings momentum with their toes.
"Come here," Taichi cooed, reaching his hand for Yamato to take. When Yamato was near, Taichi found his waist and pulled Yamato on top of him, to the subtle complaints of the wooden plank under them.
Yamato squeezed Taichi's warm sides, feeling comforted when he tucked his head under Taichi's chin and was filled with his warm scent.
Languorously, their fingers traced each other's bodies, studying anew what they already knew, but wouldn't stop wanting. Taicihi's hands dropped under Yamato's bum, to where his longest scars were. Taicihi's indexes travelled their length as though they were yet another set of train tracks going nowhere. He wanted to remember Yamato's shapes – each and every one.
Taichi's eyes showed emotions all the time. Yamato read them clearly and was able to give a name to each. He grabbed Taichi's face and landed small, open mouthed kisses against his warm lips. Taichi's fingers climbed the steps of Yamato's vertebrae into his hair. He prodded Yamato's mouth, begging him to part his lips and let Taichi in, but every time Taichi tried getting inside him, Yamato pulled back and nuzzled their noses gently together.
"What's with you today…?" Taichi hugged him, smoothed Yamato's hair down, and kissed his ear.
"Don't tell…" Yamato breezed a peck on Taichi's lips. "This means the world to me. Don't get me wrong, the sex is amazing, but I feel so much more when you look at me or smile at me or hold hands with me… or just when you're with me. There's so much I want to give you… so… just… come find me."
Taichi didn't know what to say, but it was alright since he didn't have to. He planted his chin on Yamato's shoulder and smelled the city mixing in the scent of Yamato's scalp.
Rocking gently, loving wildly, they sat on the swing naked, staring at each other but also unseeingly into the distance, where tomorrow was becoming today as the door into summer was closing. Though Taichi was always summer for Yamato; summer and freedom.
It lasted for hours.
When the street lamps went out – that short instance when the world is still with pre-dawn blue – Yamato itched. "I think I'm gonna get a new tattoo."
Taichi laughed. "Bet Victor will have an episode. Of what?"
"Something you can only see when my trousers come off. A private one. Maybe little stars here," he jabbed his finger at the intersection where the blessed line of his sex triangle met his hips and lower pelvic bones, on the spot connecting it to his inner thigs. "You'll be the only one who'll see it. Get a bit of entertainment when you go down on me. Will you like that?"
"Me?" Taichi slapped Yamato's arse. "Fuck yes. But not your future bosses. What do you intend to do on check-up days?"
"I already have one, so it's too late for thinking this over. Besides, companies don't strip you naked and give you an enema. If a suit can hide it, it's fine." Yamato spat a big, white blob to the side. "Not that I have the intention of working under some hundred year old prune with a broomstick up their rectum."
"I reckon it's good tattoos are worth the trouble for you. Otherwise I'd say you're barking mad."
"Scars are tattoos that tell where we've been. Tattoos are scars that tell who we are."
The whistles of grasshoppers and the cicadas were dying down.
Taichi wanted to see the sunrise. He wanted to own that moment when the moon and the stars were still out, but the sun was lapping at the horizon as well. Seeing them all together could be very nice.
Yamato sat cocooned in his lap, encircling Taichi's waist with all his limbs like a caterpillar around a stalk, melding intimately together. His chest heaved against Taichi's. He smelled Taichi's rhythmical breathing, heard his own heart beat against Taichi's and felt them both resonate through his rib-cage. It was one of Yamato's favourite sounds. Maybe he should have Jyou record it and insert it into a song.
"I just love feeling you alive," he thought and realised he said it aloud after the sounds were already out.
"You're," Taichi corrected.
"No – I mean I love feeling life go through you. And don't correct my grammar, arsehole." Yamato inhaled the fresh morning air so fast it cut his throat. "… at any moment, I feel like I'm gonna wake up alone and realise this was just a very vivid dream. It will break me…"
Taichi tickled Yamato's foot and caught Yamato before he fell down from kicking around. "I'm not going anywhere. If you wake up alone, it's just because I'm making you tea in the kitchen," he said and dragged his hands up Yamato's thighs, securing them around his torso.
"Hold me like you want to choke me."
Taichi tightened his hug, scalding Yamato's waist with the pattern Taichi's muscles underlined in his forearms. The back of his loose fist slowly moved up and down Yamato's skin.
"Tell me you love me, Taichi."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
One of the best aspects of their relationship, at least for Yamato, was that there was no semblance of "they were meant for each other" or any washed up shit like that. Not at all. This was natural. They were together because they wanted to. Because they made their own choices about their lives and that was so much more powerful than having anything decided for them.
In this humongous world, where they were free to go anywhere – they chose to go to each other. How incredible is that?
Time hung, suspended between them, and the end – it stayed their own.
"It's starting." Taichi looked up at the brightening sky, smiling.
Yamato did the best thing a person can do when there is nothing to be said – said nothing at all.