Post-story: deviation chapter one

The First Time

Rikuo thought that he might burn up in the heat of his own lust. Kazahaya didn't fight him at all. He welcomed him, begged him. Every inch higher Rikuo hiked his shirt was a new world of wonder to explore with his eyes, his hands, and his mouth, and then return home to Kazahaya's lips. His kisses were like liquid fire. Rikuo gave in to the sweet suffocation.

He was kneeling over Kazahaya, with one of his jeaned knees keeping his legs spread. He suddenly broke their kiss and pulled him to his chest. His skin was so soft, he was so warm and real. But how could he be?

"Hey." Kazahaya nuzzled at him. "I'm right here." His legs wrapped around Rikuo's a light pressure that assured him of his presence.

He ran his hands up Kazahaya's back and felt a shudder as he latched on to his neck. Kazahaya let out a low moan.

Rikuo went wild. He pressed him back onto the bed and loosened the tie on his sweatpants. Another moan, louder this time, reached his ears when he pulled away the pants. Kazahaya wasn't wearing boxers. He certainly was there, though.

"Wow," he smirked, "your feet aren't nearly that big."

The brush of Rikuo's jeaned crotch against Kazahaya's growing erection caught any indignant protests in his throat.

"Kazahaya," he whispered, again nipping at his neck. He felt an immediate reaction. "Kaza, I want you."

"Then stop teasing." His breathing was erratic, a sign of his excitement. "Take me."

Rikuo would look back later and feel guilty. They were both virgins, but for Kazahaya's role, things maybe should have gone slower...

But all he felt was the most intense desire for the boy underneath him.

Take me.

He went as slow as he could considering both their needs. Kazahaya squirming on his fingers almost ended the encounter. His gorgeous face screwed up in pleasurable pain was almost too much for Rikuo.

And then he found his prostate. Any trace of discomfort melted away into ecstasy that could only be conveyed with a breathless gasp. He'd never looked so beautiful.

"Ri-Rikuo..."

He tapped again, and the second time was the charm. Kazahaya came with a strangled scream, writhing in the sheets and using the momentum to impale himself on Rikuo's hand. That was too much. Rikuo came directly after him.

Both of them lay there panting, and Rikuo took his time drawing his hand out of Kazahaya. The younger teen whimpered, but seemed content to pull Rikuo up to cover him like a blanket. They kissed slowly.

"Hmm. I guess we didn't make it," Kazahaya murmured.

Rikuo brushed away the hair sticking to his Kazahaya's forehead. "Nah, I think we did."

Kazahaya laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. "We messed up your bed, I think."

He was right. The sheets were a tangled mass soaked with sweat and semen. Not that Rikuo was complaining.

"Come on." He scooped Kazahaya up into his arms, smiling as his arms wrapped around his neck. "Let's go mess up yours."

"I love the way you think." He felt rather than heard Rikuo's reply, and it made him think that he'd never done anything more right in his life.

I love you.