Again, this is about 2 men having sex. With each other. If reading this makes you unhappy,
please don't read it.
Seme
Ken Hidaka watched his sleeping lover. Almost relaxed features, body
breathing easy. No mission, no immediate danger: some days really are just
fine. They had worked in the shop, they had eaten the meal that Omi had
prepared, they had watched some silly old movie together. That really had
been fun, not because of the movie, but because Omi and Yohji couldn't stop
giggling and touching each other. It wasn't exactly a surprise that those
two finally paired up, but still it was nice to see that Yohji finally
stopped pretending there was nothing going on between him and the youngest
member of Weiss. Even Aya couldn't stop himself from smiling at the sight of
the other couple.
Alright, alright, Yohji and Omi had been a bit noisy during their lovemaking
later that evening. No, that wasn't entirely the truth. In fact Omi had
screamed so loud to be fucked hard and deep that Ken almost went to Yohji's
room, to beg the man to give the little one what he needed. But luckily, the
noise changed somewhat and the vocal expression that both lovers had reached
their climaxes was positively reassuring. And inspiring. Let's not forget
inspiring.
So much in fact that he just grabbed Aya's hand and all but ran with him to
the bedroom they'd shared the last couple of months. He pushed the redhead
onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Before Aya had the time to think it
all over, Ken was kissing him. Seriously kissing him. First his mouth, of
course. Taking his time too. Tongue probing, lips bruising. Then the rest of
the adorable face. Lots of little butterfly kisses. Made both of them
giggle. Long suck on the slender, elegant neck until the telltale purple
spot appeared. Further unto the nipples. Lapping first, then sucking and
finally biting for good measure. Not too hard though, he didn't want too
hurt the love of his life. Just wanted to make him feel, anything really,
but not hurt.
Further down across the flat, hard plain of his stomach. Kissing, lapping,
nibbling. Anything and everything. Aya tasted so good he could be sold as a
delicacy.
Somehow along the road he had stripped both himself and his lover of their
cloths. But he couldn't quite remember how that had happened by the time he
had reached Aya's cock. He couldn't really blame himself, could he? He'd
never found much beauty in the male organ. Not that he wasn't fascinated by
it, craved it , dreamed about it even before he had met Aya. But beautiful?
Faces could be beautiful and hands, definitely hands, and not to forget
buttocks, they could be worth a song. Well, Aya changed Ken's whole
perception.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Face and hair and hands and shoulders and
chest and belly and legs and ass and everything, everything. And if some
creator had decided to make one truly beautiful cock, it had to be Aya's.
Resting or in full glory: absolute perfection.
Tasted good too. Ken licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. He
remembered last time, last night to be sure, when he came just by sucking on
Aya's cock. An awe inspiring, but also slightly unsettling experience.
Aya touched his bobbing head, said something. It took Ken a few seconds
before he realized his lover talked to him. "It's lovely, you doing this to
me, but I want something else. Alright, love?"
More than alright. Ken searched for the lube. Had to remember to buy new
stock. He didn't need much of the stuff anymore, but still, totally dry
would be too painful. But what was left in the little bottle was sufficient
to ensure a pleasurable experience for both of them.
Aya took the bottle from Ken. "Want to do it yourself? You are so seme,
Aya, "he grinned, "You always want to be in control." But his laugh stuck in
his throat when he realized Aya wasn't lubing his own erection. Almost in
shock he felled sure hands applying the slippery stuff. On his cock. And
that had never happened before. Not that Ken ever complained about it. Aya
was such a natural seme and he himself was more than pleased to be on the
receiving end of all that loving attention.
"You did just fine, Ken, with all those kisses and touches and all." Aya
said softly while he leaned back again on the pillows. "You're even a bit
forceful. I like that. Continue, please."
O dear, what was he supposed to do. He would hurt the most important person
in his life. Or even worse, leave him totally unsatisfied. Aya deserved the
best and Ken wasn't sure of what he had to offer. He knew he was pleasing to
the eye in a everyday kind of manner. His body was, due to his soccer
obsession, not something to be ashamed of. But that didn't make him
necessarily an adequate, let alone fantastic lover. He wish he was Yohji.
No, not really, he wished he had Yohji's ability to make everyone believe he
was the best lover one could ever be privileged to be bedded by. And if
Omi's vocal cords were anything to go by, Yohji's reputation was well
deserved.
"I want you, Ken, not Yohji or Schuldich or any of the girls that use to
stare at us as if we are some monkeys in a zoo. At this stage it's not
important if you are going to give me the best orgasm of my life, or even if
you are going to give me an orgasm at all. I just need you." Aya didn't beg
or whine, He just told Ken what he wanted and needed and that was enough for
Ken to once again take the bottle with lube to use the very last drops in an
attempt to prepare his lover the best he could.
He wasn't sure if Aya was technically still a virgin. Never had the need for
such thoughts. Now not knowing made him even more unsure, if that was
possible at all. There was not much left of the bravado he so boldly
displayed a few moments ago.
"Maybe it'll be easier this way," Aya said softly and he knelt down, his
back to Ken in a gesture of trust that was almost unbearable to watch. His
fiery hair fell in silken locks on the pillow, the muscles in his back first
tense and then slowly relaxing, his legs spread and his hips slightly
canting to give better access to his lover. He didn't move, just waited
patiently.
Ken concentrated on what he remembered from all the lovemaking sessions of
the previous months. Aya had never once really hurt him. Even his first time
had been pleasurable, be it slightly painful because he had tensed up a bit.
One thing was clear though, he had to prepare Aya to the best of his
knowledge. So gingerly he touched the opening of his loved one's body. Just
stroking it in little circles. Maybe just as much to give himself time to
get used to the idea that he was about to enter Aya, as to enable Aya to be
penetrated.
He slide his finger in. Slowly, so slowly. The tightness made him realize he
probably was Aya's first. It made him tremble with fear. Maybe he should
call Yohji, the virgin expert. Just for this once. Ridiculous thought.
Yohji had Omi. He wouldn't want to hurt Omi. But most important of all: Aya
wanted him, Ken. Maybe he was just the boy next door, maybe he didn't
deserve this beauty, but as long as Aya expressed his need for him, he would
try his best.
The soft encouraging moans from Aya gave him enough confidence to move the
lonely finger a bit, until he was assured he could add another finger. He
knitted his brow in concentration. Oh, but it felt good. Velvety soft. He
still was scared to do something wrong, but he wanted to be inside Aya so
much, he was prepared to ignore his own anxiety. His own need, and Aya's
need of course, could no longer be denied. Because the slightly elder man
was very clear about what he wanted from his Ken.
And Ken took a deep breath and positioned himself behind his waiting lover.
Slow, he had to do it slow. Take his time. Aya needed to be able to adjust
himself. After all, Ken maybe wasn't overly big, but still intimidating
enough for such a tight opening. But oh it was so difficult. His erection
throbbed in a way that was all too familiar.
Must concentrate. Must concentrate. Must concentrate…
This was for Aya. This had to be the best experience is his life. He loved
him so much. He would do anything for a smile from his redhead love.
Must concentrate. Must concentrate. Must concentrate…
His body protested. He started to hurt. But it was worth it, hearing Aya's
pleasure, feeling him.
So good, so good, so good. Oh God, so good.
He came with an almost sad sigh. His body betrayed him. Aya had always taken
such good care of him, had given him all the time he needed to achieve at
least one orgasm with his lover inside him. Ken all but cried in shame. He
had failed.
Suddenly he was in the strong, gentle arms of his lover. "You must love me
so much, want me so much. Thank you."
"For what? You didn't come." Ken shrugged. Aya would never ask him to be
seme again. And justly so.
"I had my love inside me. I have his sperm inside me. I still love being
seme, but please, love, let me be uke once in a while." Aya kissed the still
sad boy in his arms. "Oh, and about me not having an orgasm. I rather liked
what you did with your mouth earlier this evening."
Now, that was something Ken was rather good at. No doubt about it. He made
his silent lover scream.
Hours later he was the first to wake up. Watching his lover sleep. Letting
him be for a few more moments. Thinking certain thoughts. Searching for a
certain something in the drawer beside the bed. Maybe there was just enough
for another round.
He touched Aya's firehair. "Lover, I have something for you."
please don't read it.
Seme
Ken Hidaka watched his sleeping lover. Almost relaxed features, body
breathing easy. No mission, no immediate danger: some days really are just
fine. They had worked in the shop, they had eaten the meal that Omi had
prepared, they had watched some silly old movie together. That really had
been fun, not because of the movie, but because Omi and Yohji couldn't stop
giggling and touching each other. It wasn't exactly a surprise that those
two finally paired up, but still it was nice to see that Yohji finally
stopped pretending there was nothing going on between him and the youngest
member of Weiss. Even Aya couldn't stop himself from smiling at the sight of
the other couple.
Alright, alright, Yohji and Omi had been a bit noisy during their lovemaking
later that evening. No, that wasn't entirely the truth. In fact Omi had
screamed so loud to be fucked hard and deep that Ken almost went to Yohji's
room, to beg the man to give the little one what he needed. But luckily, the
noise changed somewhat and the vocal expression that both lovers had reached
their climaxes was positively reassuring. And inspiring. Let's not forget
inspiring.
So much in fact that he just grabbed Aya's hand and all but ran with him to
the bedroom they'd shared the last couple of months. He pushed the redhead
onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Before Aya had the time to think it
all over, Ken was kissing him. Seriously kissing him. First his mouth, of
course. Taking his time too. Tongue probing, lips bruising. Then the rest of
the adorable face. Lots of little butterfly kisses. Made both of them
giggle. Long suck on the slender, elegant neck until the telltale purple
spot appeared. Further unto the nipples. Lapping first, then sucking and
finally biting for good measure. Not too hard though, he didn't want too
hurt the love of his life. Just wanted to make him feel, anything really,
but not hurt.
Further down across the flat, hard plain of his stomach. Kissing, lapping,
nibbling. Anything and everything. Aya tasted so good he could be sold as a
delicacy.
Somehow along the road he had stripped both himself and his lover of their
cloths. But he couldn't quite remember how that had happened by the time he
had reached Aya's cock. He couldn't really blame himself, could he? He'd
never found much beauty in the male organ. Not that he wasn't fascinated by
it, craved it , dreamed about it even before he had met Aya. But beautiful?
Faces could be beautiful and hands, definitely hands, and not to forget
buttocks, they could be worth a song. Well, Aya changed Ken's whole
perception.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Face and hair and hands and shoulders and
chest and belly and legs and ass and everything, everything. And if some
creator had decided to make one truly beautiful cock, it had to be Aya's.
Resting or in full glory: absolute perfection.
Tasted good too. Ken licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. He
remembered last time, last night to be sure, when he came just by sucking on
Aya's cock. An awe inspiring, but also slightly unsettling experience.
Aya touched his bobbing head, said something. It took Ken a few seconds
before he realized his lover talked to him. "It's lovely, you doing this to
me, but I want something else. Alright, love?"
More than alright. Ken searched for the lube. Had to remember to buy new
stock. He didn't need much of the stuff anymore, but still, totally dry
would be too painful. But what was left in the little bottle was sufficient
to ensure a pleasurable experience for both of them.
Aya took the bottle from Ken. "Want to do it yourself? You are so seme,
Aya, "he grinned, "You always want to be in control." But his laugh stuck in
his throat when he realized Aya wasn't lubing his own erection. Almost in
shock he felled sure hands applying the slippery stuff. On his cock. And
that had never happened before. Not that Ken ever complained about it. Aya
was such a natural seme and he himself was more than pleased to be on the
receiving end of all that loving attention.
"You did just fine, Ken, with all those kisses and touches and all." Aya
said softly while he leaned back again on the pillows. "You're even a bit
forceful. I like that. Continue, please."
O dear, what was he supposed to do. He would hurt the most important person
in his life. Or even worse, leave him totally unsatisfied. Aya deserved the
best and Ken wasn't sure of what he had to offer. He knew he was pleasing to
the eye in a everyday kind of manner. His body was, due to his soccer
obsession, not something to be ashamed of. But that didn't make him
necessarily an adequate, let alone fantastic lover. He wish he was Yohji.
No, not really, he wished he had Yohji's ability to make everyone believe he
was the best lover one could ever be privileged to be bedded by. And if
Omi's vocal cords were anything to go by, Yohji's reputation was well
deserved.
"I want you, Ken, not Yohji or Schuldich or any of the girls that use to
stare at us as if we are some monkeys in a zoo. At this stage it's not
important if you are going to give me the best orgasm of my life, or even if
you are going to give me an orgasm at all. I just need you." Aya didn't beg
or whine, He just told Ken what he wanted and needed and that was enough for
Ken to once again take the bottle with lube to use the very last drops in an
attempt to prepare his lover the best he could.
He wasn't sure if Aya was technically still a virgin. Never had the need for
such thoughts. Now not knowing made him even more unsure, if that was
possible at all. There was not much left of the bravado he so boldly
displayed a few moments ago.
"Maybe it'll be easier this way," Aya said softly and he knelt down, his
back to Ken in a gesture of trust that was almost unbearable to watch. His
fiery hair fell in silken locks on the pillow, the muscles in his back first
tense and then slowly relaxing, his legs spread and his hips slightly
canting to give better access to his lover. He didn't move, just waited
patiently.
Ken concentrated on what he remembered from all the lovemaking sessions of
the previous months. Aya had never once really hurt him. Even his first time
had been pleasurable, be it slightly painful because he had tensed up a bit.
One thing was clear though, he had to prepare Aya to the best of his
knowledge. So gingerly he touched the opening of his loved one's body. Just
stroking it in little circles. Maybe just as much to give himself time to
get used to the idea that he was about to enter Aya, as to enable Aya to be
penetrated.
He slide his finger in. Slowly, so slowly. The tightness made him realize he
probably was Aya's first. It made him tremble with fear. Maybe he should
call Yohji, the virgin expert. Just for this once. Ridiculous thought.
Yohji had Omi. He wouldn't want to hurt Omi. But most important of all: Aya
wanted him, Ken. Maybe he was just the boy next door, maybe he didn't
deserve this beauty, but as long as Aya expressed his need for him, he would
try his best.
The soft encouraging moans from Aya gave him enough confidence to move the
lonely finger a bit, until he was assured he could add another finger. He
knitted his brow in concentration. Oh, but it felt good. Velvety soft. He
still was scared to do something wrong, but he wanted to be inside Aya so
much, he was prepared to ignore his own anxiety. His own need, and Aya's
need of course, could no longer be denied. Because the slightly elder man
was very clear about what he wanted from his Ken.
And Ken took a deep breath and positioned himself behind his waiting lover.
Slow, he had to do it slow. Take his time. Aya needed to be able to adjust
himself. After all, Ken maybe wasn't overly big, but still intimidating
enough for such a tight opening. But oh it was so difficult. His erection
throbbed in a way that was all too familiar.
Must concentrate. Must concentrate. Must concentrate…
This was for Aya. This had to be the best experience is his life. He loved
him so much. He would do anything for a smile from his redhead love.
Must concentrate. Must concentrate. Must concentrate…
His body protested. He started to hurt. But it was worth it, hearing Aya's
pleasure, feeling him.
So good, so good, so good. Oh God, so good.
He came with an almost sad sigh. His body betrayed him. Aya had always taken
such good care of him, had given him all the time he needed to achieve at
least one orgasm with his lover inside him. Ken all but cried in shame. He
had failed.
Suddenly he was in the strong, gentle arms of his lover. "You must love me
so much, want me so much. Thank you."
"For what? You didn't come." Ken shrugged. Aya would never ask him to be
seme again. And justly so.
"I had my love inside me. I have his sperm inside me. I still love being
seme, but please, love, let me be uke once in a while." Aya kissed the still
sad boy in his arms. "Oh, and about me not having an orgasm. I rather liked
what you did with your mouth earlier this evening."
Now, that was something Ken was rather good at. No doubt about it. He made
his silent lover scream.
Hours later he was the first to wake up. Watching his lover sleep. Letting
him be for a few more moments. Thinking certain thoughts. Searching for a
certain something in the drawer beside the bed. Maybe there was just enough
for another round.
He touched Aya's firehair. "Lover, I have something for you."