Disclaimer-Gravitation does not belong to me.
Author's note-Yes, this is my version of the anime/manga, an exercise to
write a narrative on it. For those waiting for the Hiro-Shu moments, it
takes a while to get to that point but as a reward there will be a very hot
scene in this one for Yuki-Shu. Enjoy! On with the story!
"Oh by the way, Shindou-san, before we lapse into another Nittle Grasper song, you had a message from some woman. She says she wants to meet you at the Smokes Bar at midnight to talk about Yuki Eiri." Hiro said.
I snatched the message from his hands. "What?! Well of course, I'll meet her...but this is all so strange." I said.
"I'll say it is. How does two idiots like you know Yuki Eiri, anyway?" a voice asked.
Hiro and I turned to face the three musicians from the headlining group Ask, their vocalist being the one that spoke. At the time I hadn't known how much this man would later become a bane to my existance.
"This message must have gotten delievered to Shuichi by mistake. I'm sure it was meant for Touma Seguchi. A music producer like him must have lots of friends in high places." Hiro told them.
"That sounds feasible, more so than one of you knowing somebody that famous. We're depending on you fuckups to warm up the audience for us this weekend. Be sure not to screw up, Bad Luck." he said.
"Don't worry. We'll be sure not to suck as much as the three of you do. See ya." Hiro told them, as they walked away.
I disliked the way the bouncer stared at me as I walked into the bar that night, convinced that I was a teenaged hoodlum bent on underage drinking. This couldn't have been furthur from the truth, considering that Hiro and I had always looked at alchol as being a destructive force to our musical ability. I was there to meet this mystery woman to talk about Yuki Eiri.
I had no idea who she was or what she looked like, but this person obvoisly knew who I was. She introduced herself as Mika, and told me she needed me to do her a favor. In return for speaking to her brother Yuki about his family obligations, she would help me and Hiro achieve whatever successes we wished.
"You're Yuki's sister?!" I asked her.
"Yes, and I am also Touma Seguchi's wife. The three of us are very close, and it seems as though you have penetrated our inner circle. As my brother Yuki's lover, I'm sure you can influence him to do the right thing." she said.
"Well, I'm happy to talk to Yuki about the situation, but not for your reasons. My driend Hiro and I have worked hard for where we've gotten and we want to achieve fame and fortune by our own talent alone." I told her.
"Very well. Have it your way. I admire your backbone, kid. I hope my brother will too." she said.
I went to see Yuki that night, and he begrudgingly let me come in, afraid I would cause a scene and get him thrown out. He poured us both some hot coffee and studied me throughly as I told him what Mika had told me. My words seemed to anger him for some reason, and I couldn't understand why he would avoid his family for no good reason.
"No good reason? You have no idea what you're talking about." he told me.
"I know that family is important, and you should always be respectful of that fact. That much I do know." I said.
He smirked at me. "You're in way over your head here, Shuichi. It doesn't surprise me that Mika would use you against me. What surprises me is that you went along with it. I'll bet she paid you money or bribed you with connections, am I right?" he asked.
My eyes widened as he stepped close to me and grasped my face in his hands. I could feel his body heat, he was so close to me. I trembled under his angered look, frightened at the same time as I was intriqued by him. He took my silence as a postive response.
"Fiqures. She bribed you, didn't she, and you took the bait to get your band signed with my brother-in-law. That doesn't surprise me. I had a feeling that kiss we shared meant as little to you as it did to me." he snarled.
Shocked and pissed off by his words. I slapped his hands away and threw myself into his arms, taking possession of his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. He quickly wound his arms around me in response, crushing my small body against his as he plundered my mouth until I was breathless.
"I had no ulterior motive for telling you that! Yes, Mika made offers, but I turned them all down. I just came tonight because her words concerned me and because...I wanted to see you again! Those kisses may have not meant anything to you, but they meant something to me!" I shouted.
He turned away from me then, unable to meet my eyes. "You're lying...I want you to leave, right now." he said.
After everything that had been happening lately, it was nice to finally get to spend some quality time with Hiro at his house. We had spent the night I went to the bar watching Nittle Grasper videos and talking, and now I was relaxing on his newly made bed as he snuck a smoke from his parents and tuned his guitar.
"Hiro, do you ever regret the time you've put into making Bad Luck a success? I mean, you're nineteen and far superior to me mentally. You could have a real future somewhere down the road." I told him.
He laughed. "That's nonsense, Shindou-san. I dedicated myself to our band because I wanted to. I believe in our future as much as you do. You're not letting this boyfriend of yours put ideas in your head, are you?" he asked me.
"He's not my boyfriend, and no, I thought about this on my own. It's just something that concerns me every now and then. You know I want nothing but happiness for you, Hiro." I told him.
"Thank you, Shindou-san. I feel the same way, buddy. I know you're worried about our upcoming concert and your relationship with that writer fellow, but everything will work out. You can count on that." Hiro said.
I moved over to where Hiro was sitting and embraced him from behind the chair. He smiled and patted my arm affectionately.
"Thank you, Hiro. You have no idea how much that means to me." I said.
It was finally the night of the big concert and I was sweating bullets. I was just as excited about going onstage as I was nervous about facing that crowd. The show was very nearly sold out and big audiences always tended to give me mild stage fright. Hiro tried to help me by giving me a shoulder massage, but his nearness only made me more anxious. Sensing my anxiety, he sat down in front of me, took both my hands in his and rested his forehead against mine.
"Shuichi, I know this is a big deal for us and for Bad Luck, but I want you not to lose faith in us, okay? Let's go out there and have a great show." he told me.
I nodded in agreement, meeting his eyes with mine. "Yes, yes, you're right. I'm ready, Hiroshi. Tonight belongs to the two of us and to Bad Luck!" I exclaimed.
"That's the spirit! Let's go." he said.
Once we got onstage and introduced ourselves to our surprised audience, who was barely aware there was an opening act, all my nervousness was gone in anticapation of actually performing. But before I could start to sing our first song, I spied the man who had betrayed me standing in the back of the concert hall.
Yuki Eiri.
I clenched my fists in anger, remembering how he had called me a liar, how he had told me to leave that night, how he had said that the kisses we shared meant nothing...I could not find the words to start singing for the crowd, making them and the headlining group Ask angry in the process.
What I didn't expect was to hear was a lone voice singing from within the audience, a familiar masculine voice singing the lyrics of a very familiar song. The crowd parted the way as he walked onstage, and when I looked into his eyes, I knew exactly who he was without a doubt.
"Ryuuichi Sakuma?!!" I whispered.
"Now really Shindou-san, you're not going to disappoint one of your biggest fans when I came all this way just to see you perform?" he asked me.
I almost melted on the floor, listening to the smooth richness of his deep masculine voice. "My...biggest fan?" I stuttered.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Ryuuichi Sakuma of Nittle Grasper. Nice to see all of you tonight. These are my friends Bad Luck. You have to excuse my buddy Shuichi here. He's just having a bout of stage fright. Be sure to give these guys a warm welcome for me." Ryuuichi said.
He turned to me then with the smile I had never ever wanted to forget.
"Go ahead and sing, Shuichi. Your friend Hiro and I believe in you." he said.
Well, that was all it took for me. having my 'rock god' encouraging me, I felt I had nothing to lose, even with my so called boyfriend watching me.
Hiro and I launched into our first song, which the audience really enjoyed and even Ryuuichi stayed onstage and sang with me.
I was in heaven. Sharing the experience of performing in front of such a large audience and doing so alongside my first love Ryuuichi Sakuma...this was truly a night to remember!
For the life of me, I have no idea why I decided to ditch Ryuuichi and Hiro at the concert hall to go see Yuki that night. I knew there was no way he would ever want to see me that night, but there was a part of me that believed that I was the reason that he showed up to see our concert.
To my surprise, a very sleepy Yuki answered the door and allowed me to come in. I followed him over to his large bay window, where he and I looked out onto the night sky.
"Yuki, why did you show up for Bad Luck's concert tonight?" I asked.
"I did it because I felt badly about what I said to you. I accused you of lying to me about your intentions when you were completely innocent. I mostly went because I knew how much it meant to you, Shuichi." he told me.
Despite my best efforts, I felt myself get chocked up at his words and I felt him catch the stray tear that fell from my eyes.
"Gods, the last thing I want to do is make you cry, Shuichi. I have made my share of people in this lifetime. I don't want you to be one of those people. You mean too much to me." he said softly.
I stared at him then, never imagining that I would hear such words from this man, this man that seemed not to have any emotions whatsoever.
"Yuki..." I whispered.
He put a finger to my lips. "Hush, sweetheart. Let me love you tonight." he said.
My eyes widened at the realization of his words. I wondered if there was any possible way he could know that the kisses we had shared in the elevator had been my first, that I had never, ever been intimate with anyone ever. I shook a little from the knowledge of my inexperience, but he didn't seem to notice. He was much too intent in letting his intentions be known to me by taking my face in his hands and covering my mouth with his.
It was a different kiss than before, still just as passionate as ever, but this kiss' sole purpose seemed to be to stimulate and arouse all my senses at once. I gasped as he pulled away from me breathlessly, burying his head in my hair.
"Did I tell you how cute I thought you looked out there tonight, Shuichi? That's why I didn't hesitate to answer my door tonight. I was waiting for you, so I could show you how much I wanted you." he whispered.
I threw myself into his embrace, experimentally carressing his outer ear with my tongue. He shuddered when I did that and hauled me up roughly against him, taking firm, possession of my mouth with an almost feral groan.
In his efforts to be gentle with me, he broke the kiss unexpectantly and swept me up into his arms, taking me into his bedroom. Lying me down on the mattress, I quickly rose to my knees to face him as he stood at the foot of the bed. As if my hands had a mind of their own, he watched me as my hands splayed out over his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the buttons to reveal his strong, masculine chest.
I took my time exploring the contours of him, the hard planes of his upper chest, a sharp contrast to the softness of his taunt stomach. Meeting my eyes with his, he leaned down onto the mattress, pinning my body underneath his.
Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as he shrugged off his shirt and pulled mine off of me. Startled by the sudden feeling of his hands against my bare skin, he took advantage of my parted lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Mine came up to meet his, and this only made him groan again. The feeling of his hands touching my bare chest produced the same effect for me, especially when he pinched my nipples.
"Like that, do you? We'll have to do something about that." he taunted.
I hadn't known that would be a sensitive area on me until he had touched me there, and was convinced furthur of that fact when I felt him move his head down my chest to take one into his mouth, nipping and licking me there, while pinching the other with his long fingers.
I moaned helplessly and arched my back towards him, as he continued his attentions, with me burying my face in his hair. This time I intentionally swiped my tongue against his ear, producing the results I desired. He grinned wickedly at me, pinning my wrists to the bed with one hand.
"Found my hot spot, did you? Let's see if we can find some of yours." he teased.
He was like a man possessed after that, assaulting my young body with every kind of pleasurable sensation he could think of on me. It was obvious that my soft whimpers and low moans got him as excited as he was making me, and I jumped, startled, when one of his hands skimmed across my covered arousal.
His eyes met mine for a moment to survey my reaction, and found only acceptance of him. My hips shook from my need for him to touch me there and I tried to encourage him by loosening the shorts I had wore for the concert. He sat up on his knees above me, grabbing my backside with both hands to stop me.
"No. I like what you're wearing. Leave it on." he said.
I inhaled sharply as he pressed his body down against mine, fisting both hands into my hair as he captured my lips with his, making us both dizzy from his hot, wet open mouth kiss. He chuckled at my breathless pleas as he kissed and licked his way down my body, determained to drive me insane from his attentions. I shrieked as he licked my navel and headed down lower, stroking me through my shorts.
"For a short teenager, you're certainly not lacking in size. I'm impressed." he teased.
I blushed furiously, unsure of how to respond to his compliment. I did know that my hips were shaking uncontrollably from his teasing strokes, my arousal very hard and painful against the confines of my clothes.
I gasped as he left me momentarily, and finished undressing. He laid down beside me on the bed on his side, pulling me over to face him. Grabbing my hand, he glided it down his stomach down below his waist, where I gasped when he pressed my hand against him.
"The night is still young. I want you very badly. I want you to touch me." he told me.
Slightly hesitant and a little unsure of myself, I decided to try, wanting him to feel as good as he had made me. He was considerably larger than I was, and his hard, warm flesh quivered against my fingers, his hips pressing him into my hand. I watched his eyes roll back into his head and him bite his lower lip as I experimented with what I was doing, not exactly sure what I should do to make him feel good. He seemed to like a little bit of everything, especially the teasing touches between his inner thighs and the slightly harder pressure at the top of his trembling arousal.
With another feral groan, he flipped me over onto my back, allowing me to feel his hardness against mine.
"My turn." he breathed.
Again he lowered himself below my waist and I gasped when I felt him loosen my pants furthur and part the fabric to reveal me to him. I found it hard to breathe as he carressed me, making my whole body shake more than ever from his touches. My eyes widened in surprise as I suddenly felt his warm breath against me.
"Yuki!" I exclaimed, as I felt him take all of me into his mouth at once.
All words became null and void in my throat as I felt him engulf me completely into his mouth. There was no way I could have ever have imagined the pleasurable sensations his mouth could produce on my most sensitive area. Again it was obvious that he knew exactly what he was doing, from the way the twin sensations of his hands between my thighs was teasing me to the way he would alternate between the wetness of his tongue on top to the hard suction of his mouth all over.
It was as if he wanted me to lose myself, and I knew I would if he kept it up much longer...chuckling again at my surprised gasp as he released me to move up my body to face me, I searched his gaze questionately as he met my eyes with his.
He answered my question without words, reaching down to stroke me again as he lowered his mouth over mine for a deep, passionate kiss. He swallowed all my impassioned moans with a few of his own as he brought me to completion with a loud cry.Withering helplessly in his arms, I realized he was still in need himself. As good as he had made me feel, I was willing to do whateve it took to make him feel the same way.
My eyes burned with unshed tears as I searched for the words to tell him of my intentions, but it seemed as though he already knew. He kissed me again, this time much more gentle than before as he prepared me for what he intended to do. This was a completely new thing to me, an intimate place I'd never even touched myself, except for when I bathed. Even as painful as it felt, it was not entirely unpleasant. I felt almost honored that the long fingers of such a talented writer were goving me such complete satisfaction, and the thought of fullfilling his needs brought tears to my eyes.
"Please, I need you." I pleaded.
That was all the affirmation he needed, as he took possesion of me, his harsh, passionate cries like music to my ears. The pain of his actions felt like it was enough to rip me apart, but I couldn't get enough of him. He thrust harder and deeper inside of me as I dug my short nails into his back, him crying out my name as he found his release. Pulling me into his embrace afterwards, I sighed with contentment, falling asleep in my lover's arms...
"Oh by the way, Shindou-san, before we lapse into another Nittle Grasper song, you had a message from some woman. She says she wants to meet you at the Smokes Bar at midnight to talk about Yuki Eiri." Hiro said.
I snatched the message from his hands. "What?! Well of course, I'll meet her...but this is all so strange." I said.
"I'll say it is. How does two idiots like you know Yuki Eiri, anyway?" a voice asked.
Hiro and I turned to face the three musicians from the headlining group Ask, their vocalist being the one that spoke. At the time I hadn't known how much this man would later become a bane to my existance.
"This message must have gotten delievered to Shuichi by mistake. I'm sure it was meant for Touma Seguchi. A music producer like him must have lots of friends in high places." Hiro told them.
"That sounds feasible, more so than one of you knowing somebody that famous. We're depending on you fuckups to warm up the audience for us this weekend. Be sure not to screw up, Bad Luck." he said.
"Don't worry. We'll be sure not to suck as much as the three of you do. See ya." Hiro told them, as they walked away.
I disliked the way the bouncer stared at me as I walked into the bar that night, convinced that I was a teenaged hoodlum bent on underage drinking. This couldn't have been furthur from the truth, considering that Hiro and I had always looked at alchol as being a destructive force to our musical ability. I was there to meet this mystery woman to talk about Yuki Eiri.
I had no idea who she was or what she looked like, but this person obvoisly knew who I was. She introduced herself as Mika, and told me she needed me to do her a favor. In return for speaking to her brother Yuki about his family obligations, she would help me and Hiro achieve whatever successes we wished.
"You're Yuki's sister?!" I asked her.
"Yes, and I am also Touma Seguchi's wife. The three of us are very close, and it seems as though you have penetrated our inner circle. As my brother Yuki's lover, I'm sure you can influence him to do the right thing." she said.
"Well, I'm happy to talk to Yuki about the situation, but not for your reasons. My driend Hiro and I have worked hard for where we've gotten and we want to achieve fame and fortune by our own talent alone." I told her.
"Very well. Have it your way. I admire your backbone, kid. I hope my brother will too." she said.
I went to see Yuki that night, and he begrudgingly let me come in, afraid I would cause a scene and get him thrown out. He poured us both some hot coffee and studied me throughly as I told him what Mika had told me. My words seemed to anger him for some reason, and I couldn't understand why he would avoid his family for no good reason.
"No good reason? You have no idea what you're talking about." he told me.
"I know that family is important, and you should always be respectful of that fact. That much I do know." I said.
He smirked at me. "You're in way over your head here, Shuichi. It doesn't surprise me that Mika would use you against me. What surprises me is that you went along with it. I'll bet she paid you money or bribed you with connections, am I right?" he asked.
My eyes widened as he stepped close to me and grasped my face in his hands. I could feel his body heat, he was so close to me. I trembled under his angered look, frightened at the same time as I was intriqued by him. He took my silence as a postive response.
"Fiqures. She bribed you, didn't she, and you took the bait to get your band signed with my brother-in-law. That doesn't surprise me. I had a feeling that kiss we shared meant as little to you as it did to me." he snarled.
Shocked and pissed off by his words. I slapped his hands away and threw myself into his arms, taking possession of his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. He quickly wound his arms around me in response, crushing my small body against his as he plundered my mouth until I was breathless.
"I had no ulterior motive for telling you that! Yes, Mika made offers, but I turned them all down. I just came tonight because her words concerned me and because...I wanted to see you again! Those kisses may have not meant anything to you, but they meant something to me!" I shouted.
He turned away from me then, unable to meet my eyes. "You're lying...I want you to leave, right now." he said.
After everything that had been happening lately, it was nice to finally get to spend some quality time with Hiro at his house. We had spent the night I went to the bar watching Nittle Grasper videos and talking, and now I was relaxing on his newly made bed as he snuck a smoke from his parents and tuned his guitar.
"Hiro, do you ever regret the time you've put into making Bad Luck a success? I mean, you're nineteen and far superior to me mentally. You could have a real future somewhere down the road." I told him.
He laughed. "That's nonsense, Shindou-san. I dedicated myself to our band because I wanted to. I believe in our future as much as you do. You're not letting this boyfriend of yours put ideas in your head, are you?" he asked me.
"He's not my boyfriend, and no, I thought about this on my own. It's just something that concerns me every now and then. You know I want nothing but happiness for you, Hiro." I told him.
"Thank you, Shindou-san. I feel the same way, buddy. I know you're worried about our upcoming concert and your relationship with that writer fellow, but everything will work out. You can count on that." Hiro said.
I moved over to where Hiro was sitting and embraced him from behind the chair. He smiled and patted my arm affectionately.
"Thank you, Hiro. You have no idea how much that means to me." I said.
It was finally the night of the big concert and I was sweating bullets. I was just as excited about going onstage as I was nervous about facing that crowd. The show was very nearly sold out and big audiences always tended to give me mild stage fright. Hiro tried to help me by giving me a shoulder massage, but his nearness only made me more anxious. Sensing my anxiety, he sat down in front of me, took both my hands in his and rested his forehead against mine.
"Shuichi, I know this is a big deal for us and for Bad Luck, but I want you not to lose faith in us, okay? Let's go out there and have a great show." he told me.
I nodded in agreement, meeting his eyes with mine. "Yes, yes, you're right. I'm ready, Hiroshi. Tonight belongs to the two of us and to Bad Luck!" I exclaimed.
"That's the spirit! Let's go." he said.
Once we got onstage and introduced ourselves to our surprised audience, who was barely aware there was an opening act, all my nervousness was gone in anticapation of actually performing. But before I could start to sing our first song, I spied the man who had betrayed me standing in the back of the concert hall.
Yuki Eiri.
I clenched my fists in anger, remembering how he had called me a liar, how he had told me to leave that night, how he had said that the kisses we shared meant nothing...I could not find the words to start singing for the crowd, making them and the headlining group Ask angry in the process.
What I didn't expect was to hear was a lone voice singing from within the audience, a familiar masculine voice singing the lyrics of a very familiar song. The crowd parted the way as he walked onstage, and when I looked into his eyes, I knew exactly who he was without a doubt.
"Ryuuichi Sakuma?!!" I whispered.
"Now really Shindou-san, you're not going to disappoint one of your biggest fans when I came all this way just to see you perform?" he asked me.
I almost melted on the floor, listening to the smooth richness of his deep masculine voice. "My...biggest fan?" I stuttered.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Ryuuichi Sakuma of Nittle Grasper. Nice to see all of you tonight. These are my friends Bad Luck. You have to excuse my buddy Shuichi here. He's just having a bout of stage fright. Be sure to give these guys a warm welcome for me." Ryuuichi said.
He turned to me then with the smile I had never ever wanted to forget.
"Go ahead and sing, Shuichi. Your friend Hiro and I believe in you." he said.
Well, that was all it took for me. having my 'rock god' encouraging me, I felt I had nothing to lose, even with my so called boyfriend watching me.
Hiro and I launched into our first song, which the audience really enjoyed and even Ryuuichi stayed onstage and sang with me.
I was in heaven. Sharing the experience of performing in front of such a large audience and doing so alongside my first love Ryuuichi Sakuma...this was truly a night to remember!
For the life of me, I have no idea why I decided to ditch Ryuuichi and Hiro at the concert hall to go see Yuki that night. I knew there was no way he would ever want to see me that night, but there was a part of me that believed that I was the reason that he showed up to see our concert.
To my surprise, a very sleepy Yuki answered the door and allowed me to come in. I followed him over to his large bay window, where he and I looked out onto the night sky.
"Yuki, why did you show up for Bad Luck's concert tonight?" I asked.
"I did it because I felt badly about what I said to you. I accused you of lying to me about your intentions when you were completely innocent. I mostly went because I knew how much it meant to you, Shuichi." he told me.
Despite my best efforts, I felt myself get chocked up at his words and I felt him catch the stray tear that fell from my eyes.
"Gods, the last thing I want to do is make you cry, Shuichi. I have made my share of people in this lifetime. I don't want you to be one of those people. You mean too much to me." he said softly.
I stared at him then, never imagining that I would hear such words from this man, this man that seemed not to have any emotions whatsoever.
"Yuki..." I whispered.
He put a finger to my lips. "Hush, sweetheart. Let me love you tonight." he said.
My eyes widened at the realization of his words. I wondered if there was any possible way he could know that the kisses we had shared in the elevator had been my first, that I had never, ever been intimate with anyone ever. I shook a little from the knowledge of my inexperience, but he didn't seem to notice. He was much too intent in letting his intentions be known to me by taking my face in his hands and covering my mouth with his.
It was a different kiss than before, still just as passionate as ever, but this kiss' sole purpose seemed to be to stimulate and arouse all my senses at once. I gasped as he pulled away from me breathlessly, burying his head in my hair.
"Did I tell you how cute I thought you looked out there tonight, Shuichi? That's why I didn't hesitate to answer my door tonight. I was waiting for you, so I could show you how much I wanted you." he whispered.
I threw myself into his embrace, experimentally carressing his outer ear with my tongue. He shuddered when I did that and hauled me up roughly against him, taking firm, possession of my mouth with an almost feral groan.
In his efforts to be gentle with me, he broke the kiss unexpectantly and swept me up into his arms, taking me into his bedroom. Lying me down on the mattress, I quickly rose to my knees to face him as he stood at the foot of the bed. As if my hands had a mind of their own, he watched me as my hands splayed out over his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the buttons to reveal his strong, masculine chest.
I took my time exploring the contours of him, the hard planes of his upper chest, a sharp contrast to the softness of his taunt stomach. Meeting my eyes with his, he leaned down onto the mattress, pinning my body underneath his.
Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as he shrugged off his shirt and pulled mine off of me. Startled by the sudden feeling of his hands against my bare skin, he took advantage of my parted lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Mine came up to meet his, and this only made him groan again. The feeling of his hands touching my bare chest produced the same effect for me, especially when he pinched my nipples.
"Like that, do you? We'll have to do something about that." he taunted.
I hadn't known that would be a sensitive area on me until he had touched me there, and was convinced furthur of that fact when I felt him move his head down my chest to take one into his mouth, nipping and licking me there, while pinching the other with his long fingers.
I moaned helplessly and arched my back towards him, as he continued his attentions, with me burying my face in his hair. This time I intentionally swiped my tongue against his ear, producing the results I desired. He grinned wickedly at me, pinning my wrists to the bed with one hand.
"Found my hot spot, did you? Let's see if we can find some of yours." he teased.
He was like a man possessed after that, assaulting my young body with every kind of pleasurable sensation he could think of on me. It was obvious that my soft whimpers and low moans got him as excited as he was making me, and I jumped, startled, when one of his hands skimmed across my covered arousal.
His eyes met mine for a moment to survey my reaction, and found only acceptance of him. My hips shook from my need for him to touch me there and I tried to encourage him by loosening the shorts I had wore for the concert. He sat up on his knees above me, grabbing my backside with both hands to stop me.
"No. I like what you're wearing. Leave it on." he said.
I inhaled sharply as he pressed his body down against mine, fisting both hands into my hair as he captured my lips with his, making us both dizzy from his hot, wet open mouth kiss. He chuckled at my breathless pleas as he kissed and licked his way down my body, determained to drive me insane from his attentions. I shrieked as he licked my navel and headed down lower, stroking me through my shorts.
"For a short teenager, you're certainly not lacking in size. I'm impressed." he teased.
I blushed furiously, unsure of how to respond to his compliment. I did know that my hips were shaking uncontrollably from his teasing strokes, my arousal very hard and painful against the confines of my clothes.
I gasped as he left me momentarily, and finished undressing. He laid down beside me on the bed on his side, pulling me over to face him. Grabbing my hand, he glided it down his stomach down below his waist, where I gasped when he pressed my hand against him.
"The night is still young. I want you very badly. I want you to touch me." he told me.
Slightly hesitant and a little unsure of myself, I decided to try, wanting him to feel as good as he had made me. He was considerably larger than I was, and his hard, warm flesh quivered against my fingers, his hips pressing him into my hand. I watched his eyes roll back into his head and him bite his lower lip as I experimented with what I was doing, not exactly sure what I should do to make him feel good. He seemed to like a little bit of everything, especially the teasing touches between his inner thighs and the slightly harder pressure at the top of his trembling arousal.
With another feral groan, he flipped me over onto my back, allowing me to feel his hardness against mine.
"My turn." he breathed.
Again he lowered himself below my waist and I gasped when I felt him loosen my pants furthur and part the fabric to reveal me to him. I found it hard to breathe as he carressed me, making my whole body shake more than ever from his touches. My eyes widened in surprise as I suddenly felt his warm breath against me.
"Yuki!" I exclaimed, as I felt him take all of me into his mouth at once.
All words became null and void in my throat as I felt him engulf me completely into his mouth. There was no way I could have ever have imagined the pleasurable sensations his mouth could produce on my most sensitive area. Again it was obvious that he knew exactly what he was doing, from the way the twin sensations of his hands between my thighs was teasing me to the way he would alternate between the wetness of his tongue on top to the hard suction of his mouth all over.
It was as if he wanted me to lose myself, and I knew I would if he kept it up much longer...chuckling again at my surprised gasp as he released me to move up my body to face me, I searched his gaze questionately as he met my eyes with his.
He answered my question without words, reaching down to stroke me again as he lowered his mouth over mine for a deep, passionate kiss. He swallowed all my impassioned moans with a few of his own as he brought me to completion with a loud cry.Withering helplessly in his arms, I realized he was still in need himself. As good as he had made me feel, I was willing to do whateve it took to make him feel the same way.
My eyes burned with unshed tears as I searched for the words to tell him of my intentions, but it seemed as though he already knew. He kissed me again, this time much more gentle than before as he prepared me for what he intended to do. This was a completely new thing to me, an intimate place I'd never even touched myself, except for when I bathed. Even as painful as it felt, it was not entirely unpleasant. I felt almost honored that the long fingers of such a talented writer were goving me such complete satisfaction, and the thought of fullfilling his needs brought tears to my eyes.
"Please, I need you." I pleaded.
That was all the affirmation he needed, as he took possesion of me, his harsh, passionate cries like music to my ears. The pain of his actions felt like it was enough to rip me apart, but I couldn't get enough of him. He thrust harder and deeper inside of me as I dug my short nails into his back, him crying out my name as he found his release. Pulling me into his embrace afterwards, I sighed with contentment, falling asleep in my lover's arms...