My apologies for my complete inability to think of a good title for this one. Any suggestions? Anyone? Bueller?
God, it was as good as he remembered.
It amazed him that Ken (whose killing weapon of choice required such fierce, brute force) could be such a gentle lover. At the moment, it was all he could do to keep himself from thrusting into the bed to completion as Ken slowly stretched him with his fingers.
Another finger joined the first and he couldn't hold back the slight yelp of pain, but Ken was there, rubbing soothing circles on his back and whispering reassuring words into his ear.
"Shh, baby, just relax for me ..."
One of his hands clutched Ken's forearm, as the taller boy positioned himself, slowly sliding into the pliant body beneath him. The muscles in Ken's arms quivered (he could feel it under his fingers) as he fought for control, enveloped in the tight, hot heat of his lover's body.
It wasn't long before the two found their rhythm. Letting go of Ken's arm, his hands tightened instead onto the pillow in front of him. He bit his bottom lip and fought off the moans of pleasure, worrying that he might wake the others. But it was so good -- Ken had a remarkable knack at hitting the spot with almost every stroke, and he was close.
He gasped as Ken then reached around to stroke him, his eyes practically glazing over as he automatically began to alternate, jerking his hips fervently into the cup of Ken's hand and moving back to fuck himself deeper against the thick cock inside him. He no longer cared that they could be caught, if one of the others was perhaps woken by the sound of the rhythmic thumping or his mewls of pleasure. All he wanted to do was come by Ken's experienced touch.
With that the only thought in his mind, he did, into the sheets and Ken's hand. Overcome by the moment, the words just spilled out.
"K- Ken! I love you!"
Ken only groaned in reply, but was seemingly spurred by the words. He rode harder then, pounding his own release deep into the other boy.
Coming down from the high of his orgasm, Ken leaned forward to press a soft kiss onto the back of his neck. Resting on his elbow, so he could stroke the boy's hair, he whispered into his ear.
"I love you too, Omi. I love you so much."
The other boy flinched. He had hoped that this time, he wouldn't say his name. He just couldn't bear the thought, but Sena knew deep down that he'll take whatever he could get from Ken.