TAGS: Rimming, Intercrural sex, dirty talk, Biting/Bruises/Marks, Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation (bonus kink! Virginity kink)
The day is finally coming to an end. Akihito has been assisting with a photoshoot out in the rural areas of Japan after one of his mentors from the university called him a few weeks ago to see if he was available. It's for a rather big client, with a bunch of models and a set. Very professional, his mentor told him, and when he had the opportunity to choose some of the staff for the event, he thought of Akihito, Which Akihito appreciated. He needed the money and quickly agreed.
The whole thing was stressful and wonderful. He has technically been working on this project for well over a week, with long days and nights sorting out equipment, choosing models, picking a location, and going over the theme and vision his mentor and his creative crew had envisioned. It was exciting and tiring. Akihito has been up since four in the morning, to get ready, dressed, and fed before leaving to get to the early morning train that would get him to the van that would take him and several others to the wooden destination. It took most of the morning to set up the set to the director's approval, get the equipment and lighting right, then for the models to arrive and get ready, take the shots, and then clean up. By the time it was all done, Akihito was looking forward to falling into his bed.
It was good timing on the team's part too because as soon as the last model was finished, dark clouds appeared, hanging low in the sky, and they could hear soft rumbles of thunder in the distance. The group barely finished putting away equipment when the first large drops of rain is felt.
The leader of the group and the driver of the van decide it would be best to stop at the next village at a small hotel for the night instead of driving into the heart of the storm. Akihito tries not to be too frustrated by the fact that he won't be returning home as planned but as the winds pick up and the rain begins to pelt against the windows, he finds that at this moment, it is better to be safe than sorry.
Akihito and the other occupants are kindly dropped off by the driver while he goes and parks but soon as he enters the small humble lobby of the hotel, Akihito realizes that he left his wallet along with his overnight bag in the van. So he runs out, in the middle of the storm, rain coming down in sheets looking for the van. It takes him a while to find it too (you would think it would be easy to find one big white van but not in the dark or when it's raining like a small tropical storm) but eventually he finds it in the back parking lot of the hotel. Luckily, the driver, probably in his hurry to get inside, didn't lock it and Akihito quickly locates and grabs his bag.
By the time he gets back inside, making a small puddle against the tile of the lobby, most of his coworkers seemed to have already gotten rooms, including the driver. There's was only one person in line and as he approaches the desk window he overhears the clerk telling the tall, equally wet man that he's in luck there's one more room.
Akihito panics, "Hey! I need that room too!" When the man turns around, Akihito comes face to face with a very handsome stranger with sharp amber-brown eyes.
Asami has had a Day™️.
It starts with being woken up two and half hours early before his requested wake-up call by the hotel staff by mistake. And then woken an hour late by the same staff member who doesn't understand how time works, which made him late on getting ready, which gives him little time to have coffee and having to skip breakfast in order to make it out of the lobby in time. He has to deal with a snappy but mostly nervous secretary who sharply reminds him that he told him not to stay out too late since this meeting was important (Asami asks himself, who signs the checks again but is then reminded that it is Kirishima since he has Asami's signature stamp at the ready for that very reason).
The meeting wasn't a disaster but it didn't resolve anything except confirming to Asami that the other party will be a pain in his ass, neck, and back later. When the meeting is finally over, Asami learns that his flight has been canceled due to impending weather and he would have to travel by car to get back home to Tokyo. Normally that's not a problem but Asami's normal driver is out on vacation and Kirishima is staying behind to visit family and so it's up to Asami to drive himself back. He tries to tell himself that he doesn't mind, that it would be nice to drive back to Tokyo. It's been a while since he's been behind the wheel and he's always enjoyed driving.
But traffic quickly reminds him that he hates driving. Soon, Asami sees the impending weather in the distance and he finds himself too tired, too hungry, and too cranky to sit in traffic any longer so he makes the rash decision to pull off at the next exit to find food and shelter for the night and call this day done. However, this day is not done because then, Asami Ryuichi, CEO and notorious fixer for the underbelly of Tokyo, becomes lost in the winding, dark country roads of rural Japan. By the time he finds himself in a small village with a humble motel and little else, Asami has been driving for an hour, with 1/4 tank of gas and zero patience.
The storm has been following him like a shadow and it officially bursts on him as he parks. He is half soaked in his tailored suit as he sprints inside the small hotel, following the small trail of water from previous guests. The clerk, an older grandfather figure greets him with a cheery hello and "You're in luck! There's one room left." Asami doesn't care if it's a closet with half a blanket at this point, he'll take it. He nods in agreement to take the room and as he goes to grab his wallet in his jacket pocket and before he can ask the clerk if he prefers cash or card, a voice behind him shouts "Hey! I need that room too!"
He turns around to see a young man, in a soaked striped T-shirt and denim jacket that hugs his lean frame so scandalously, his wet light brown hair pushed back out of his face showing fierce hazel eyes, ready for a fight. Asami feels temptation and desire burning in his chest as the young man looks up at him and watches the blush spread on his face. Well, a thought runs through Asami's mind, everything happens for a reason. He turns to face the check-in clerk as he eyes both Asami and the young man. "Well, uh, I have one room left." He says again.
Akihito jumps at the sentence. "I was here first." He says.
The taller man next to him scoffs. "When I walked in, there was only me. You were nowhere to be found." His voice is a rich baritone, Akihito can feel it brush against his skin like velvet, making his skin raise up with goosebumps.
He tries to shake it off that it's the cool lobby as he explains, "I was with the party that came in earlier, but I left my wallet in the van so I went to grab it, but I was here first."
"Sounds like you got out of line then. So as I said, the room is mine." The man seemingly goes to grab his wallet from inside of his suit jacket. Akihito holds out his hand against the man's really…broad chest to stop him from getting his wallet.
Akihito rolls his eyes. "Look I've been working all day and I just want to go to sleep -"
"You and me both, kid," the man says, a bit frustrated as he continues to grab his wallet, "but you lost out when you left to go get your wallet." His hands move from one pocket to the next. "The room is mine. So maybe," he huffs a touch of annoyance, moving his large, how are his hands so big? to his trouser pockets, "If you beg…" he stops, pulling out his keys, phone, and half a pack of cigarettes and little else. Akihito watches the man's hands, beautiful, large hands travel from his suit jacket to his trousers at a more frantic pace before it dawns on him.
He quickly opens his bag, finding his wallet in the pocket that he typically leaves it in (sending out a silent thanks to past Akihito for keeping up with the habit), and holds out the wallet with a happy shout. "Ha!" He places it on the clerk's counter before turning his face over his shoulder to gleefully sneer at this other man. "Ah man, did you leave your wallet in the car?" He asks with false sympathy. "Because it was storming so bad that you were distracted and didn't grab it? Darn, hate that for you." He barely stops himself from sticking out his tongue. He directs his attention back to the old clerk, "I'll take the room, please." He says with a cheeky smile.
The older man looks between the two, clearly at odds of wanting to satisfy both potential customers. The rain beats hard against the glass door, the wind howling and clap of thunder rattles the lobby.
"Look," the clerk says, trying to play peacemaker, "it's a good size room, enough for two young men like yourselves to share for an evening." He pointedly looks at Akihito, "Especially during a terrible storm like this one when there's nowhere else to go?"
Akihito feels the small stab of "disappointing grandpa" vibes as he thinks to himself, don't make me be a better person, gramps, I don't want to be tonight!
"And the bed is a que-" the clerk eyes the taller man up and down, "King size bed. That leaves plenty of room for the two of you. And I'm sure, if needed, we can find a cot to bring up to the room with some extra blankets and pillows, eh?" He says, looking at both of them as he tries to convince these strangers to share a room for the night.
When they remain silent, he coughs in his throat before he continues, "My niece, she's going to be cooking breakfast tomorrow, and she's star class cook. We can have that be on the house for the Good Samaritan, huh?" He finishes with a cheery wink.
Akihito sighs. He does love a good breakfast. He side-eyes the man next to him, who looks back at him with a shrug, seemingly ready to accept his fate at being stranded in booked hotel lobby should Akihito decide to be selfish.
"I'll pay you back tomorrow." He says softly. A flash of lightning highlights his cheekbones against the warm lighting of the lobby. Akihito thinks it's unfair that it makes him just as handsome.
"…Fine." He grumbles. The clerk claps his hands in support.
"See? I knew you were a sensible young man." He says with a beaming smile. Akihito doesn't roll his eyes because his mother taught him manners. Luckily the room is cheap, much cheaper than a room in the city so Akihito doesn't have to worry about charging it to his card. Besides, he should be getting paid tomorrow anyway.
The clerk checks them in and before long, Akihito is given a code for the keypad and directions to their room with a promise that a cot is on its way. He turns to face his "roommate."
The kid is cute.
Tempting. He twists his full mouth into a pout that has Asami wanting to bite it until it bruises. His damp tawny skin flushes with a pale pink that has Asami wanting to trace the trails of water cascading from his hair down his neck with his tongue.
They look at each other, both assessing the other before the younger man cuts through Asami's thoughts. "I get the bed." He says before walking in the direction of the room, without listening to Asami's objection.
Asami laughs to himself as he shakes his head. He watches the kid walk away, giving Asami a lovely view of his ass, perfectly clad in blue denim. He's not sure if he's going to get the full rest he needs tonight but he can't find it in him to care. "Good luck with that." He says mostly to himself as he begins to follow.
He happens to look back at the old clerk, who seems to be putting on a poor show of not watching and listening to what is going on. He seems oddly too pleased with himself. Depending on how the night will go, the old man could be looking at a very generous tip later.
But first, he's got a fight a brat for a place to sleep. Asami quickens his steps to the room.
The room is, as expected, small. The cozy western-style queen bed takes up most of the room, with a small wooden bedside table and matching metal lamps on either side. There's a dresser in front of the bed with a TV, a mini-fridge, and a coffee table on the end, a typical setup for a motel room like this. It's dated, probably hasn't been updated in ten years or so. The carpet is a thin bland navy, too dark to show stains but worn down over the years. There's no balcony as they're on the first floor, just two windows showing off the back parking lot and the storm beating against the glass. Akihito goes ahead covers the windows up with the black-out curtains.
He sets his bag down by the bed as his "roommate" looks over the room with a mild look of disgust. "This is not…" he starts to say as he looks at the bed. "A queen."
Akihito let's out a short laugh. "Uh, no. This isn't a five-star establishment but you're not really in a position to complain." He gives the man a pointed look. The man in return glares at him.
"Where are they going to put the cot?" He asks. The room is far too small to put up a spare bed.
Akihito shrugs. "Probably in the hallway." He indicates with his head to where the man is standing before searching through his bag for his charger. He needs to text his folks so they know he's alive.
There's a quick knock on the door causing both occupants to jump. A soft and cheerful "Housekeeping!" calls out behind the door. The handsome man opens the door to an older woman who is carrying a bundle of cloth and pillows.
"My husband says that you two needed some extra pillows and blankets." She says with a beaming smile as she looks at Akihito's roommate with bright eyes. She hands the bundle to the man. "You poor dear," she tuts as she eyes the man's wet suit. "My husband said you didn't have any luggage with you, let me see if we have anything that will fit you, yes?" She takes the opportunity to pat the stranger's chest before leaving quickly in search of some clothing. Akihito quietly snickers to himself as the man closes the door. Akihito hides his amused smile while he sends off messages to his family and friends explaining his current circumstances. Afterward, he looks through his bag to find his spare clothes. He didn't pack pajamas as the plan was to be back home tonight but he's learned to pack a change of clothes from experience. He can sleep in his shirt and underwear, as long as the guy doesn't give him grief about it.
He stands up as the man places the extra pillows and blanket on the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower." He says and doesn't wait for the man to object as he makes his way to the small bath.
That doesn't stop the man from teasing. "Someone is a boy-scout." He eyes Akihito as he walks by. Akihito tries to ignore the way it makes him unnecessarily warm in his face.
"Your jealousy is showing, old man." He sasses.
The man huffs a laugh, showing off a relaxed smile, and before Akihito closes the bathroom door he hears him say, "Brat."
Akihito rests against the door and takes a breath to calm his heart skipping against his chest.
This might be a long night.
As Asami hears the shower start, he sits on the edge of the bed with a tired sigh. He takes off his damp jacket and removes his tie. He doesn't bother to check the small closet for a hanger and just leaves the jacket and tie on the ground next to the bed. He lays back closing his eyes against the mattress and soft bedding, listening to the running water and soft singing in the next room.
No soundproofing, good to know.
He lays there for a few moments before he hears another knock on the door. Knowing it's the old woman, he gets up to greet her, resting an arm against the doorframe for her sake. If she's flirting but giving him clothes and hopefully some food, he'll flirt back.
She has eyes him appreciatively as she hands him a tote bag with a change of clothes and some snacks. "It's not much but it should hold you over until tomorrow." She smiles at him as he thanks her with a small bow.
"Let me know if I can be of any more assistance, okay?" She says with a wink before bowing her goodbye.
Asami shakes his head with a smirk as he closes the door and lays out the items from the bag onto the bed. The grandmother was kind enough to add some bottled water and instant noodles for them to eat as well as a clean shirt and sweats for him. They have the motel's name and logo on them so they must have a gift shop somewhere on the premises. He's grateful that he doesn't have to wear someone's else clothes tonight.
Asami begins to undress as the water from the shower is turned off.
The water from the shower removed the chill from the rain and Akihito is reluctant to leave its warmth but he can't live in the shower forever so eventually he finishes and steps out. He quickly dries off and changes into his clean shirt and briefs. He sees on the counter of the sink that the motel supplies the room with toothbrushes and toothpaste as he towel dries his hair.
He hears the room door open and some soft conversation between his roommate and probably the old lady that came by earlier. Once the door closes again, Akihito releases a long sigh.
He can't stay in the bathroom all night. It's just one night. he thinks to himself. You're going to go out, check your bag for snacks, and go to bed. He looks for himself in the mirror, only seeing a misty version of himself looking back. He braces himself and exits the bathroom.
Only to come face to face with the sculpted back of the stranger sharing his room tonight. The man was only wearing his dark gray trousers which must have been tailored for him because his ass wouldn't look that good in them if he had gotten them at the department store off the rack. He was in the middle of removing his belt when he turns to face him. Akihito nearly chokes on his tongue at the sight of him, abs and all.
"Oh good, you're out. I wanted to shower before I changed." He says, like a normal person while Akihito tries to *look* elsewhere, anywhere, but the expanse of pale skin.
Are businessmen suppose to be this ripped?! He eternally screams to himself.
Akihito finds himself nodding as he stammers, "It. Uh, it. Open."
Akihito wants to punch himself.
The man smirks. That shouldn't be attractive. Akihito refuses to let that be attractive.
"Thanks, I noticed." He says as he walks past him to the bathroom. Akihito tries not to watch the way his muscles move as he walks by and he will only confess his sins on his deathbed.
"Oh," the man says behind him, causing Akihito to face him, "It's Asami."
Akihito blinks. The man licks his bottom lip as he grins. "My name is Asami." He reiterates.
It dawns on Akihito that his roommate of the evening is introducing himself. Akihito flushes a bit. "Oh, uh. Akihito." He says in return, still trying not to stare too closely at the defined chest as Asami leans his arm against the frame of the door.
Asami nods and continues. "I figured you wanted to know, for later." And then he winks before entering the bathroom.
Akihito is a little dumbfounded for a moment, as his mind goes over what Asami said. *For later?* Akihito wonders. *What does he mean by that?* It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Akihito to realize *what* Asami means by that and thankfully the crazy bastard can't hear Akihito blushing.
Akihito. Asami rolls the name silently over his tongue as he steps into the shower. A good name for him. He looks forward to hearing Akihito saying his name later, how it will look coming out of his full mouth. He finds it amusing how Akihito was comfortable enough to walk out in only a ratty t-shirt and briefs which showed off his strong lean legs.
He knows the kid is young, probably only in his early twenties but Asami can't help himself with being attracted to him. His attitude amuses him with his snarky comments and cute face. He's beautiful when he flushes. Asami wants to know how far the blush goes.
He washes his hair, contemplating how he's going to further seduce Akihito into getting underneath him. Asami needs to taste him, needs to know how he sounds when Asami thrusts into him. He wants to know if his cock is as pretty as his face, how good his ass will look with Asami's handprint on it. He sighs as he lets his imagination paint false images that he hopes to make true soon.
Letting himself be seen shirtless to see Akihito's reaction had worked perfectly for Asami, letting him know that Akihito is attracted to him whether he wants to admit it himself or not.
He can work with it. He wonders as he lathers himself with the hotel-provided bar of soap if Akihito has been with men or if he's only been with women.
Either way, he thinks as he steps out of the shower, he's not letting Akihito leave this room without trying a taste. Asami begins to dry off and then reaches for his change of clothes only to realize that he didn't bring them in with him to change into because he was too busy flaunting himself. He's only mildly annoyed with himself for a moment before realizing this gives him another opportunity to seduce Akihito into bed with him.
Smirking to himself, Asami wraps the towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom.
Akihito is heating up water in the coffee maker for the cups of ramen Asami left on the bed when he hears the bathroom door open. Thankfully he's not pouring hot water yet because when he turns to tells Asami that dinner should be ready soon if he's hungry because…
Because the man just comes out, still damp and fresh pink from the shower, in nothing but a white towel. The image of Asami's toned wet chest is now forever seared in Akihito's mind.
He feels himself blush and quickly looks away, trying to make himself look busy as he watches the hot water fill the coffee mug.
"Uh, heating up water for the ramen if you want some." He says, proud of himself for not stammering.
Asami hums a response as a way of thanks. Akihito waits for him to grab his borrowed clothes and walk back into the bathroom so he can breathe. Instead, he hears what sounds like the towel hitting the floor with a soft thump against the carpet floor.
Akihito takes in a sharp breath through his nose realizing that the crazy bastard isn't going to the bathroom to change. Akihito's heart seems to be beating inside his head as he can feel and hear it pound loudly against his ears. In his peripheral, he sees endless flushed pink skin as Asami goes to pull on the grey sweats. Akihito quickly turns around, to face the window to give Asami a sense of modesty. He doesn't know why he's acting like this, he's been in locker-rooms with other men before, strangers at that in gyms and saunas, so why is this making him nervous. The idea of being able to see Asami naked makes his stomach twist. Not in fear though, just…anticipation?
After what seems like a small eternity, the coffee pot dings at the same time Asami says, "You can turn around now."
Oh, this is too much fun. Asami thinks to himself. He walked out of the shower to get his change of clothes with the full intention of seeing Akihito's reaction and the kid didn't fail to meet his expectations. The blush looks good on his cheeks and neck. Makes Asami want to bite him.
When Akihito turned to face the wall, giving Asami his "privacy", he couldn't stop the grin from appearing on his face and barely swallowed the laughter down that was threatening to burst out of him. He took his time getting dressed, allowing himself the opportunity to check out Akihito's ass in his briefs. The dark emerald green is a good color for his skin tone.
"You can turn around now." He says and then the coffee pot beeps causing Akihito to jump slightly, clearly lost in thought, his cheeks still rosy from earlier.
Asami licks his lips and Akihito's eyes follow his tongue.
"There's water," Akihito says suddenly. "For ramen." He nods to the two cups of instant noodles that the old lady left for them. Asami nods, eyeing Akihito with intent before walking over to the dresser for the noodles.
He hears Akihito release a shaky sigh as he grabs the pot of hot water. "So, Akihito," he starts, trying to make small talk to help calm Akihito's nerves. "What brought you out to the area?"
"Oh. Um, work." He says, sounding distracted.
Genuinely curious, Asami asks. "What kind of work?"
"Uh, a shoot. A photoshoot." Akihito says. He is waiting for Asami to finish making his dinner. Asami eyes him, taking the opportunity to check him out.
"You're a model?" He asks, expecting him to say yes. The kid is good-looking enough to be a model so Asami is surprised when Akihito laughs.
"Oh god no." He says, clearly loosening up. Asami backs away from the dresser as he takes his cup of noodles, making room for Akihito to grab his. "I'm a photographer. I was assisting the main photographer today. He is a mentor of mine from uni and he asked me to help out to help with my networking."
Akihito continues. "So I helped by getting the lighting equipment up, stocking the cameras, getting the models ready, and helping with posing directions. You know, just whatever my teacher needed." He shrugs. He takes a seat on the bed as he waits for the noodles to soak in the broth. Asami remains standing.
"Did you take any photos?" He asks.
Akihito shrugs again. "Yes and no. I'm not a fashion photographer guy, personally. I mean, it pays big bills if you know the right people and get the right connections. But I like taking more candid shots than posed." He pauses to eat and then continues, "So, yes, I took photos, but none of them will be in the formal spread. However, one of the directors really liked some of the behind-the-scenes photos I took, so who knows?"
Asami smiles a little hiding it behind his cup as he begins to eat. Akihito isn't who he expected. A young man with a career that he's passionate about and seemingly talented at. He's sassy and funny and Asami is finding himself more and more smitten with this stranger the longer he shares a room with him.
There's a small moment of silence between them as they slurp down their dinner but it's broken after a while when Akihito asks, "So what about you? What brings you out here? You definitely look like a high-end salaryman in that nice suit of yours."
Asami smirks. "You like the suit?"
Akihito scrunches up his nose in distaste. "I mean it's a nice suit I guess..."
"What do you like about it?" Asami counters, trying to trick Akihito into complimenting him. Akihito blinks and opens his mouth to comment but shuts it before he says anything. He goes pink again and Asami does his best not to choke on the last bite of ramen so Akihito doesn't realize that he's laughing at him.
Akihito mumbles something under his breath before repeating his question. "Anyway, what do you do for a living? Are you like a lawyer or something?"
Asami shakes his head. "Too much school. I wasn't a fan of it growing up." Akihito nods in sympathy. "But a high salaryman is pretty close to what I do." No need to tell the kid his life story.
"And what brought you out here? I can't imagine it was 'the county air'." Akihito giggles at his own joke.
Asami rolls his eyes. "I was driving back to Tokyo after my flight got canceled due to the weather. I had to attend a meeting this morning nearby which could have been done by video conference but the team manager was insistent according to my secretary only for the meeting to be less beneficial and more of a headache and..." He stops himself, feeling his blood pressure rise the longer he talks. The fact that he even wants to unload all of this on Akihito, someone he only just met mere hours before is...new. Especially when the beginning wasn't ideal on first impressions.
Akihito gives him a small smile. "So a bad day then?"
Asami wishes that he wouldn't find Akihito's smile so endearing. It's messing up his plan to seduce Akihito into bed. Asami sighs as he sits down next to Akihito, giving him enough distance to only be an arm's length away. "It could be worse." Asami says as he looks at Akihito, "It could be better."
Akihito frowns, his bottom lip puffing out. Asami wants to take it in between his teeth.
"How can it be better?" He asks.
Maybe that was a stupid question to ask, but Akihito has asked stupider questions before. However, no one has looked at him like Asami is now, with a certain fire in those golden-brown eyes that makes Akihito's stomach flutter and his neck hot. He wants to look away but he can't. He wants Asami to look at him like that...always.
"I can think of a few things," Asami says after a moment of tracing the outline of Akihito's body with his eyes.
Akihito doesn't know what he means by that...unless...
Akihito shivers like he can feel Asami's touch on his skin, like a low electric current humming against him. He shakes his head to snap...whatever spell Asami is putting him under. "Look, Asami I-" He starts to say but then Asami closes the distance between them, getting only inches away from his face and the fire burns brighter and Akihito inhales sharply.
"I'm looking." He says, his eyes piercing Akihito's, pinning him in place. Akihito can barely hear the storm still rumbling outside, his heart is beating louder than the thunder. Akihito is faced with the fact that a very handsome, intriguing man is sitting next to him on a bed and looks like he very much wants to kiss him...and Akihito isn't finding a reason not to let him. He watches Asami's tongue slowly trace the bottom of his upper teeth and pushes back his damp fringe from his face. Akihito wants to close the distance between them but he feels more like a dear in the headlights.
Asami makes a move closer and Akihito backs away slightly. Asami pauses before laughing a little, raising a dark eyebrow in question.
"I don't" Akihito begins and Asami waits. "Normally..." He tries again but the words are caught in his throat.
Asami chuckles. "Kiss people?" He teasingly finishes for him.
Akihito reacts immediately to the jab. "I've kissed people before." He claims.
Asami looks doubtful. "Really." He says, not really asking him to clarify.
Akihito nods. "Yes." He insists.
"Have you kissed a guy before?" Asami asks, leaning back onto his arms and stretching out his long legs. Even if the man is wearing an unfitted t-shirt and baggy sweats, he's still so handsome and it makes Akihito want to grab his camera to steal images of this relaxed, frustrating man. Though his question makes Akihito blush, he answers honestly.
"No." He says, finding interest in the plain wall behind Asami's head.
Asami hums and lays down against the bed, his hands coming up to prop behind his head. He keeps his face towards Akihito to watch his expressions. "Do you have a girlfriend, Akihito?" He asks, his voice rumbling like thunder in his chest.
Akihito answers truthfully. "No."
Asami seems satisfied. "Have you ever had a girlfriend, Akihito?"
Akihito turns a little bit towards the dresser and debates to himself for a moment before shaking his head. "No."
Asami immediately sits up and Akihito refuses to look at him and follows the stitching of the quilt on the bed with his fingers. Asami says nothing, simply sits and watches Akihito's quarter profile for a few moments.
"Huh." He says quietly. "How old are you?"
Akihito side-eyes him. "Twenty-three." Asami blinks in slight surprise. Akihito huffs, crossing his arms around his chest.
"Twenty-three and a virgin." Asami needlessly repeats to himself.
"It's not that uncommon." He says, defending his lack of sexual experience. Asami tilts his head to the side, clearly trying not to laugh. Akihito gives him a scathing glare. "What? Because I'm a virgin you don't want to kiss me anymore?" He challenges
Asami lets out a devilish laugh that has Akihito's stomach fluttering. "No, that makes me want to kiss you even more." He says with a glint in his gold eyes. "It makes me want to do really dirty, terrible things to you while knowing I'm the one that gets to be your first for anything and everything I give you tonight."
Akihito's mouth goes dry and he feels dizzy while at the same time his heart is beating against his chest.
"How far have you gotten? With anyone." Asami asks as he begins to close the distance. Akihito gulps down his beating heart.
"Um..." He says, not really knowing how to tell Asami that he's kissed two people in his whole life, one being a dare in middle school that had Akihito kissing the girl's chin and cheek more than her mouth before running away in overwhelming emotions that twelve-year-old boys tend to go through. The other being more recent, in that it happened nearly a year ago on a blind date that didn't pan out in the long run but the girl was sweet and her lips were soft and tasted like cherries. It was a nice kiss, much better than the middle school dare but not meeting his expectations of what he was told kissing someone would be like.
He feels though that kissing Asami would be an entirely different experience.
His lack of response fills in the blank for Asami and he moves closer to Akihito, nearly crawling on top of him. Akihito leans back until he finds himself pinned underneath Asami, his hands on either side of Akihito's head. "I didn't say that I-"He tries to protest but it sounds weak even to him.
Asami softly shushes him. "Relax." He says quietly. He leans down and presses his lips to Akihito's as his hand gently cups Akihito's cheek. Akihito finds himself closing his eyes. It's soft and surprisingly chaste for the man who was trying to start fires with his eyes. Asami smells like complimentary hotel bath soap and the salt from the instant noodles. His lips are soft but Akihito can feel the beginning of Asami's five o'clock shadow against his chin. It's a stark difference from Akihito's previous kissing experience but one he's not opposed to. A moment later, Asami begins to pull away but Akihito keeps following him like a magnet that's found north.
As Asami sits up, Akihito follows and soon Akihito is sitting in Asami's lap, his arms around his neck, his eyes partially opened, only seeing Asami's mouth. This time, Akihito leans in, any sort of fear he had, now melting away with their first kiss and Akihito wants more.
When their mouths touch again, any softness that was there for the first kiss is gone. Asami kisses him hard and Akihito feels like he might burst with the fierceness of it. The kiss quickly becomes a hot, open-mouth exchange that sends sparks to Akihito's brain and groin. Asami cards his fingers through Akihito's damp hair before dragging his blunt nails down his neck and back, pulling Akihito closer to his chest. Akihito clings to Asami's face and neck, as they keep trading wet kisses. He's now kneeling in between Asami's legs, giving him a nice advantage of angling down while Asami has to kiss up. The older man doesn't mind as his hands continue to travel down Akihito's back to his ass before he takes a hard squeeze. Akihito gasps, breaking the endless kiss to breathe out the hazy feeling out of his head. But Asami doesn't allow him to breathe for long, his hot mouth finding purchase on Akihito's neck and collarbone while his hands travel back up Akihito's back, this time under Akihito's shirt, leaving soft scratch marks in their wake.
Akihito's head is spinning and a part of him wants to slow down but he finds himself being drawn back to Asami's mouth, his tongue entering Akihito's willing mouth with a mission and the only thing he can think to do is surrender.
Asami's mind can't stop echoing that Akihito is a virgin who's only been kissed twice in his very short life. If Asami was a kinder man, he would take this moment a little slower, to ease Akihito into this as sex can be overwhelming. But Asami is not kind. The moment Akihito admitted to him that he's only kissed two people and that's all, something dark in Asami's mind appeared, and the desire to wreck this boy in his lap became an absolute must.
Asami doesn't seek virgins when he's looking for bed partners. He usually prefers a quick and casual setup with those equal experience partners. Asami doesn't want emotions tied to his endeavors to getting laid and virgins want romance and soft touches and gentle encouragement while they experience sex for the first time. Asami doesn't judge them for that, having sex with anyone is strange and delightful all at once but Asami is not here to coddle someone. That's for someone else.
But apparently, if a virgin has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes with a sassy smile and a great ass and legs that Asami wants to have wrapped around his hips for a few hours who answers to the name Akihito… it's a different story.
He wants to know how far he can take this as he continues to taste Akihito's mouth. The boy is trembling slightly in his arms and Asami can feel something hard against his chest. He grins a bit as he drags his hands to Akihito's hips to grind his groin against him, letting Akihito feel his own hardness against Asami's. He lets out a delicious mewl into Asami's mouth and Asami nearly slams him into the hotel mattress. If he doesn't get inside this kid in the next….
A realization hits him like the clap of thunder that rolls faintly in the distance. He regretfully pulls away from Akihito's mouth. "Fuck…" he whispers into Akihito's neck. The younger man is breathing heavily and Asami forces himself to look at his face because he needs to see how blissed out he is. He doesn't disappoint. His face is a beautiful rose pink on his cheeks and Akihito's hazel eyes are more grey and honey brown and are completely unfocused as his mind is trying to catch up to what is happening and why did things stop.
"Wha…" Akihito pants, looking around and at Asami who takes a deep inhale through his nose and then out of his mouth. "Wha wrong?" Akihito slurs, clearly wanting to get back to what they were doing before. Asami can't blame him.
"I don't have my wallet." He states, his voice sounding graveling in his throat.
Akihito blinks, clearly confused. "Right. I paid. For room." Speaking in clear sentences isn't on Akihito's top priority. It's adorable, Asami can't help the twitch in his mouth that wants to laugh at Akihito and his blissed-out self.
"I don't have my wallet," He repeats, slower this time so it will sink in the younger man's head, "which means, I don't have lube."
Akihito furrows his brows in more confusion. Asami watches him mouth the word 'lube', which shouldn't be attractive but Asami's neglected erection and hindbrain don't try to explain itself to Asami's rational mind. "Why would you need…" Asami watches the figurative lightbulb turn on as Akihito goes, "Oh. Oooh." With the final "Oh." being more aware.
God, this kid is cute. Asami kinda wants to keep him.
"Yeah," Asami chuckles, running his hands lightly against the back of Akihito's thighs and hips. "'Oh'."
Akihito nibbles at his bottom lip and avoids Asami's eyes as he mutters. "We can do...other things." At that announcement, Asami squeezes Akihito's thighs in interest but he has to tease him.
He leans to the side to follow Akihito's line of sight, smirking as he says, "Other things, you say. Pray, what 'other things' were you thinking of?" Asami has a few ideas of his own but he's interested in hearing what Akihito is thinking. That delightful blush brightens more on Akihito's cheek as he continues to avoid Asami's eyes.
"We could keep doing what we were doing before." He mumbles as he shifts himself in a sitting position, letting himself be at eye level with Asami.
Asami nods, amused at how shy Akihito is acting. "We can definitely do that." He says, "What else would you like to do?"
Akihito looks shyly in Asami's direction but refuses to meet his eyes. "You could...keep touching me." He replies as his hand lightly travels down Asami's chest to his shirt's hem where he takes the seam and rubs it against his thumb and index finger.
"What else would you like?" Asami prompts him. This causes Akihito to release a frustrated huff and he finally looks Asami in the eye.
"I don't know. " He says. "This is...all of it." He stops and then starts again. "I didn't expect. Any of this... Or you." He blushes again and Asami resists the urge to bit his cheek. "And." Another small pause. "I don't know...you but…" 'I want to' hangs between them, "And you know, this is...a lot for. Me."
Asami stares at him for a moment and then nods. "My name is Asami Ryuichi. I'm thirty-five and I'm a CEO of a property management firm." Legally, he adds silently to himself. "I'm a Leo and my blood type is AB." There. A proper introduction. Someone in his family might be proud.
Akihito blinks and then starts laughing. He adorably covers his face with his hands and rests his head against Asami's shoulder. Something warm burst inside Asami's chest and he thinks for the third time this evening that this kid is seriously cute.
"That's not what I meant," Akihito says in between his giggling. "But. Uh, my name is Takaba Akihito. I'm twenty-three and I'm a freelance photographer." He scrunches up his nose. "Um, I'm a Taurus? I think. And my blood type is O."
"There, an introduction." Asami gives him a small grin. Akihito sighs but returns Asami's grin with his own if a bit more nervous. He opens his mouth to say something but Asami shushes him. "Do you want to continue?" He asks, allowing Akihito the choice of removing himself from Asami's lap and acting like the moment before never happened. Asami would allow him one chance to back away but only one.
Akihito tries to explain himself again but Asami shakes his head and repeats his question. "Do you want to continue?" He gives Akihito a moment to collect his thoughts before he nods his head.
"Yes but…" Akihito starts.
"But what?" Asami asks trying to keep his impatience out of his voice.
"I've never done this...and I don't want to mess it up." Akihito finishes quietly, looking shy and vulnerable in Asami's arms, making Asami want to hold him closer.
"That's why you have me," Asami says confidently. "Although I am mostly a stranger to you, Akihito, I can assure you that I want you and I especially want to give you a good time." He leans in, hovering over Akihito's mouth which parts a little, waiting for Asami to close the difference.
"I want to fuck you. Properly. Open you with my fingers, making sure to take my time as I get you slick and ready for me." Akihito goes bright pink and eyes go wide at Asami's bold statement. Asami smirks as he keeps talking, placing his hands on the bottom of Akihito's ass as he feels the firm, round muscles under the thin fabric of his underwear. He begins to trace his fingers in between Akihito's cheek, skimming over his virgin hole. He feels Akihito twitch at the touch. "I would get you off at least once, that helps with keeping you loose and easier for you to take me. I want you to be pliant and wet for me as I've found that it works best for someone my size."
Akihito frowns a bit and genuinely asks. "Your size?"
Asami feels something devious spark in his chest as he forces Akihito's groin to meet his, getting to feel Akihito's returning hardness against his own. He's not fully hard now, but he's getting there as he grinds against Akihito, both letting out a quiet moan as Asami lets the younger man feel exactly what he means by "his size". It is nearly comically how much bigger Akihito's large eyes get.
"How in th-" He stops, looking down between them and seeing the outline of Asami's dick in the sweatpant, he gulps. "How the hell would that even go in?'
There's a sinister edge to Asami's grin. "As I was saying, if I had the lube I would make sure you were well stretched out and ready for me before I entered you." He grabs Akihito's hips to rub against his ass, letting himself imagine being able to fuck him in their current position. Akihito shamelessly riding Asami while sitting in his lap, listening to the soft pants coming from Akihito's mouth as he lets himself sink onto Asami's dick. Asami is close to pinning Akihito underneath him and fucking him dry.
"Maybe it's good you don't have the lube then." Akihito pants in his ear. Asami takes a sharp breath through his nose and then bites hard at Akihito's jugular causing him to shout. A moment later, he quickly moves to pin Akihito underneath him on the mattress, pulling him up to settle at the top of the bed to have him resting against the pillows.
"Lube or no lube, there are ways to get you off and having you begging for me," Asami says as he licks at the bite mark. Akihito shoves him a bit.
"Was that completely necessary?" He complains, glaring at Asami though he shifts himself closer to Asami, tangling their legs together as if he could trap Asami.
"That's not even half of what I want to do to you, brat." He says before kissing Akihito.
Akihito doesn't want to melt into the bed as Asami kisses him again, his third kiss of the night is just as dirty and wet as the second one and Akihito can't stop himself from wrapping his arms around the older man's broad shoulders, arching himself into Asami's body. His neck is stinging a little from the imprint of teeth on his skin that will be a lovely bruise later and his body is hot against Asami's while his mind goes over the words that Asami painted into Akihito's imagination. He tilts his hips to meet Asami's and he feels the outline of Asami's cock against his own. He shudders a bit as Asami kisses him deeper, swallowing down all of Akihito's moans.
Akihito might experience his first orgasm by dry humping and kissing. He can't find it in him to complain. He feels one of Asami's hands travel down his side, leaving Akihito's skin tingling through his shirt. As Asami's hand reaches the band of Akihito's briefs, Akihito feels his fingers skimming over the elastic. His heart is pounding against his chest and his lungs are short of air due to the onslaught of Asami's talented mouth and tongue. Akihito tenses a little as somewhere in the back of his mind he realizes that Asami will be touching his dick soon.
A brain cell or two dies at the thought. Akihito doesn't blame them one bit.
However, Asami's fingers don't slip into his briefs, at least not yet because the man intends on letting Akihito suffer. Akihito releases a frustrated sigh into Asami's mouth and he hates that he can taste the smirk on Asami's lips as Asami's hand goes to cup Akihito's dick through his briefs. Asami pulls away from Akihito's mouth to listen to him release a breathy moan.
Asami rolls off to the right side of Akihito, giving Akihito space to arch into Asami's hand and moves his terrible, addictive mouth to Akihito's neck and collarbones, adding small nips to Akihito's skin and licking at them so that Akihito's neck will later mimic a splotch painting that came to life. All the while, he still slowly rubs Akihito through his briefs causing Akihito to hiss in frustration at the lack of friction he prefers.
"Asami." He says between clenched teeth as he digs his fingers into the meat of Asami's shoulder. "Please."
Asami hums into Akihito's neck, barely listening to Akihito's begging though he does squeeze Akihito's dick in response. Akihito thrusts into Asami's grasp, wanting more and wanting Asami to stop playing around.
"Touch me." He groans.
The bastard has the gall to laugh. "I am touching you, Akihito."
"More," Akihito responds. "I want more." He's desperate for it as Asami's hand travels back up to the top of his briefs. He wiggles his hips with the hope of enticing Asami to slip inside but the other man just grabs his hip, forcing Akihito to be still. He releases a frustrated cry.
"Shhh," Asami says and places the hand that was on his dick underneath his chin. He leans over Akihito, forcing him to look at Asami as the older man begins to judge his face. He looks back, confused as to the serious look at the man's face. Before he can ask what's wrong, Asami speaks up.
"Before we continue, there's something we need to cover." He squeezes Akihito's jaw. "I don't take "no" seriously in the bedroom. If anything, it just inspires me to continue with what I'm doing despite any desperate plea that will come from you." Asami gives him the now-familiar smirk when he hears Akihito gulp. "However, if you do need me to stop or slow down for whatever reason, and because I doubt you have a safe word ready, I will adhere to the stoplight method. Are you familiar?" Akihito shakes his head.
Asami releases Akihito's jaw and sits up, though remains hovering over Akihito as he continues. "It's simple. Green means go. Yellow means to slow down and red is to stop. Understand?" There's a serious air to Asami's words and Akihito finds himself nodding. Asami narrows his eyes, looking for something on Akihito's face. "Repeat what I just told you."
Akihito's tongue feels heavy in his mouth but he succeeds in repeating it carefully back to Asami.
"Good boy." Asami says with a pleased grin and Akihito feels something warm melt in the back of his mind as he runs the phrase "good boy" over and over again. He then watches Asami take off his shirt, his pecs flexing slightly at the motion. Akihito's mouth runs dry as he is faced with Asami's beautiful defined chest and stomach. He finds himself reaching out to skim his fingers against the toned muscles. The man hardly looks real but the warm pale skin underneath his fingers says otherwise.
He nods towards Akihito's shirt with his chin. "Your turn."
Akihito releases a shaky breath as he reaches for the collar of his t-shirt. He sits up a little as he removes the shirt. He brushes back his hair out of his face, still a little damp from his shower, and leans back against the pillows. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest and it takes another inhale and exhale for him to look up at Asami, who has been watching him with eager eyes.
"Color?" He asks in an authoritarian tone that makes something tingle at the base of Akihito's spine, something that sparks the need to do something to stump that authority act that Asami has on. That itch to do the exact opposite of what his teachers use to ask of him in high school. However, he decides to play nice and answer Asami's question. For now…
"Green." He states and spreads his legs to allow the older man access, an open invitation to his body. Asami's mouth twitches in amusement and he takes the invite, crawling over Akihito's body until he reaches Akihito's open mouth. They exchange wet but unhurried kisses; lips, and tongues meeting at a slow but heavy pace. Akihito combs his fingers through Asami's dark hair and down to his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles in his back as their chests meet. Akihito hums as he feels Asami's hands travel from his ribs to his upper back and down again to his hips as Asami slots them together. Akihito can feel Asami's cock press against his own and he lets out a small gasp.
Akihito's never kissed somebody so much in his life. He didn't mind his last experience but he didn't get the appeal of wanting or desiring to kiss someone else. He understands now; he wants to be able to kiss someone like this all the time and if that someone is Asami...well, he's the only one that would know. He stuffs that thought away for now and brings his attention back to Asami and his delightful mouth and worrisome dick.
Asami's thumbs rub over the thin elastic band of his underwear before slipping inside to begin to pull the fabric down Akihito's hips. Akihito pulls away from Asami's mouth, panting heavily to watch himself become naked in Asami's hands. His dick springs forward and rests against his lower stomach, pre-cum beginning to wet the head. Asami pulls back to look at Akihito in all of his glory as he continues to remove Akihito's underwear.
"Cute." He says as he touches the tip with his forefinger. Akihito's cock twitches in response.
Akihito blushes. "Great. Just what a guy wants to hear, that his dick is cute." He rolls his eyes, trying to ignore his flaming cheeks.
Asami chuckles. "I've come across some dicks that should have remained hidden, trust me." He then takes Akihito's dick in his hand, reminding Akihito just how large his hands were as his dick is nearly the length of Asami's palm. He stops comparing hand and dick sizes as Asami gives his cock a couple of well-timed tugs, moaning loudly as he throws his head back.
It's short-lived however as Asami removes his hand soon after. "I want to watch you touch yourself." He says, leaning back on his legs, his eyes flicking up to Akihito's pink face. "I want to see how you get yourself off."
Akihito nervously takes in his bottom lip between his teeth as he touches his dick. It's both awkward and thrilling to be watched as he begins to masturbate. It's crazy to remember that only a couple of hours later, Asami was a stranger stranded from the storm, needing to share a room with another stranger and now, Akihito is bare before him, giving him a full frontal view of his dick. Akihito would laugh if he wasn't so turned on right now. His skin is flushed and sensitive to any touch or wandering eyes. His cock is stiff under his hands and he goes to close his eyes as he sinks into his touch. Being watched by the intense older man sets something burning in his lower stomach and he feels himself getting wetter at the head. He uses his precum to add to the building friction.
"Touch your nipples," Asami commands, causing Akihito to twitch a little. Curiously, he follows Asami's demand, tugging his nipples in between his fingers. That action sends a bolt to his dick and Akihito moans as he gives himself another tweak, experimenting with himself. He opens his eyes again to see that Asami is still watching him, golden-brown eyes following Akihito's hands as he continues to touch himself. Akihito looks down to see the heavy outline of Asami's cock resting against the loose fabric of his sweats. He can see a dark wet spot growing around the top of the waistband.
"I wanna see." He says, his voice cracking a little as he eyes Asami's covered dick. "I wanna see how big you are." He gives himself another hard tug-and-squeeze around his dick, licking at his bottom lip, hungry to see all of Asami.
The other man smirks, a devilish look appears over his face. Akihito wishes he didn't find that so attractive, it's probably going to get him into some trouble later on. "You sure you want to see?" Asami asks, teasing at the waistband of his sweats. Akihito pouts, not wanting to beg so he only nods. He can tell that Asami wants to tease him more but he relents and removes his pants and Akihito sees one of the nicest and most intimidating cocks on this side of the Pacific.
Akihito is not a judge, he doesn't go around looking at people's dicks for a living but he's seen them. Locker rooms, gyms, and public bathhouses, Akihito has seen a variety of dicks. He's just never been up close and personal with another man's dick. He's cut and definitely bigger than Akihito, not only by length but also by width, thicker at the base with a sizeable head. Akihito has never felt inadequate when it comes to his cock but Asami can make a man feel...small. It still doesn't explain Akihito's desire to take him in his mouth. Akihito knows he would choke even before he gets halfway down.
He knows he's staring and he should say something smooth, like a compliment or something. "How the hell would that thing even fit, even if you had lube?" He blurts out. He cringes internally. That wasn't smooth.
Asami gives him a pleased grin. "As I said earlier, I would take my time to open you up." He licks the palm of his hand and reaches down to begin jerking himself off. Akihito can only stare like he was in a trance. "Keep touching yourself. I'm not done watching you." Asami says.
Akihito flicks his eyes up at Asami before reaching for himself, matching Asami's speed with a shaky hand. Watching another man masturbate as he masturbates was never an idea he thought he would get off on but here he is, dick in hand, unable to break eye contact with a large dick that has a part of Akihito wondering how he would taste, remembering how warm Asami's hand was, how there were calluses on his palm and fingers that rubbed perfectly around Akihito's cockhead. His hand moves up and down at a quicker pace and Akihito leans back onto the pillows, letting himself sink into the feeling of his impending orgasm.
Asami wants to watch Akihito cum; he's looking forward to it but he's selfish enough that he wants to be the reason and the cause. As Akihito's hand speeds up, his hips moving in tandem, Asami reaches for Akihito's hips and gives a small cry in surprise which ends in a moan as Asami slots their cocks together. They rub against each other and Asami leans down for a quick, messy kiss before moving down Akihito's neck, licking at the one spot he left earlier and then moving down his chest. As he takes in one of Akihito's nipples in his mouth, he moans loud, grinding his cock harder against Asami's pelvis. Asami grins wickedly against his chest, placing quick nips against the sensitive skin before moving over to the other nipple. He teases Akihito for a few more moments, moving his hand to tweak and torment the opposite nipple all while thrusting his cock against Akihito's.
He sounds exquisite, desperate, and right on the edge. Akihito's face is flushed, his eyes closed as he enjoys the torment Asami plays on his body and just as he's about to cum, Asami quickly moves his hand to grab at the base of Akihito's dick and squeezes hard. Akihito shouts, in surprise and agony at having his orgasm taken away, his hazel eyes fiery and sharp as he opens them. He sits up, breathing heavily, glaring Asami down with an adorable pout. It's cute to think that this is his 'angry face.'
Asami ignores his swell of pleasure as he smirks. "You didn't think I was gonna let you off that easily." He quirks an eyebrow. "I have plans for you, kid."
Akihito huffs. "A little warning next time." It's both a statement and a question.
Asami grins. "That's not nearly as fun." He kneels on the bed and over Akihito, making him at head level with his dick. He didn't miss the way Akihito's eyes immediately zone in on his cock nor the way he licks his lips, opening his mouth a little like he's subconsciously anticipating Asami to shove his dick in his mouth. Asami can't lie; he's tempted to fuck the boy's mouth but he figures he should be a little kind to him. It is his first time and Asami wants to make sure he never forgets this night.
"As much as I want to try out your mouth," He says as he brushes his thumb on Akihito's bottom lip and an image appears in his mind, showing him how beautiful Akihito would be with his mouth stuffed with his cock. His cock inadvertently twitches at the fantasy and Asami has to release a slow exhale. "But I want to have you fall apart underneath me because of me." And then he lowers himself down off the bed and licks the head of Akihito's dick before taking him into his throat.
Akihito's hips jump off the bed as he shouts, his hands reaching for Asami's head as he grips his dark hair like a lifeline, and his legs squeeze and tremble around Asami's head. Asami has to push his legs away from his head so he can move freely up and down on Akihito's cock. His cock fits well in his mouth, the salt and natural musk of Akihito's pre-cum hits Asami's tongue and Asami hums around the shaft and Akihito moans wantonly.
He licks and sucks and takes Akihito apart, soaking in every cry that slips from Akihito's mouth. He says his name so sweetly. He licks up Akihito's cock and leisurely strokes him, bringing him back down, keeping him on the edge. "Ah! Pl-please, Asami." Akihito groans and Asami takes pity on him by digging his tongue into the slit before taking him in his mouth again. Sucking another man's cock isn't usually Asami's go to, he prefers to be the receiver; but a part of him wanted Akihito in his mouth, needed to have the taste of him before anyone else had the chance, knowing that he is Akihito's first, burns a possessive flame in his chest that makes the darker parts of his mind satisfied.
Akihito squeezes his legs around Asami's head again as Asami twists his tongue around and up Akihito's cock. He begins shifting his hips, subconsciously trying to fuck Asami's mouth. Asami pulls off and pushes Akihito's hips down with one hand and with the other brings Akihito's thigh to his mouth and bites down on the tender flesh of his inner thigh. Akihito shouts and tries to scurry away but Asami pins him down. He licks at the red mark, he didn't bite hard enough to make him bleed, just enough to know that the imprint of his teeth will stand out on his skin for a while, hoping for a day or two. Liking the look of his teeth in Akihito's soft pale honey skin, he looks to the other thigh and places a matching bite.
"Hey! Bastard!" Akihito calls out. "That hurts." He's flushed from his face down to his chest, sweat wetting his temples. He's gritting his teeth and Asami nibbles a second mark into his thigh.
"Color?" He asks, licking at the mark, his eyes never leaving Akihito's face. Somehow the kid flushes more and looks away. Asami smirks and moves to licks up Akihito's leaking cock. "Color, Akihito." He demands against Akihito's cockhead.
Akihito pouts and mutters a response under his breath. Asami takes his hand and twists hard at the base of Akihito's dick, punching out a moan from Akihito's mouth. "Say it clearly." He orders, his tone strict, leaving no room for an argument.
Akihito hisses through his teeth. "Green." Asami rewards him with a couple of strokes and licks around the shaft. He begins to lick lower and lower, working his mouth on Akihito's hole. As soon as he reaches the rim, he wastes no time, diving his tongue in and around the muscle. Akihito tries to stop him, pulling at his hair while stuttering, "Asami, wait! No, no, no, that's- AH! What are you doing?" it takes only a few wide licks of his tongue for Akihito to melt further into the bed. Oh, he sounds so sweet, Asami thinks before slipping his tongue inside. Akihito squeaks but spreads his legs wider, rubbing himself into Asami's wet tongue.
Asami keeps licking, fucking Akihto's hole with his tongue as he takes his cock in hand and sets a brutal pace, squeezing and twisting his hand around the shaft and head, working his way around the spots that made Akihito sigh and cry out. He can sense Akihito is close when he tenses, a stuttering breath in his lungs as Asami licks into him. He's wet enough that Asami can slip a spit-covered finger inside of him. As he rubs his finger against the inner walls of Akihito, his tongue sliding in and around the rim, leaving wet, hot kisses on Akihito's whole, and a rough quick hand gripping Akihito's dick, Akihito gives out another shout and Asami listens to the choked up sounds of his orgasm and tastes the relief on his tongue.
Asami continues fingering Akihito while jerking off but removes his mouth to watch Akihito fall apart. It's perfect, the slack, blissed-out look on Akihito's face makes Asami want to wreck him further. If the kid thinks this is it, he's about to be sorely mistaken. Most of Akihito's cum is on his stomach and upper chest. Asami takes the opportunity to lick up the mess that is near his neck and face. Kissing away the mess as he slows his hand that's slowly milking the rest of his climax out of Akihito's cock. He slows to a stop until Akihito is hissing in discomfort rather than pleasure.
Akihito is panting hard, his eyes a little glassy as he looks at Asami. He might be seeing two and that would explain how the hell he was able to cum so hard. He tries to speak but all he lets out is "Uh. Um. Hah." which has Asami laughing.
"Do you need some water?" He asks, being strangely nice but Akihito supposes that he's in a good mood for getting Akihito off so well. He nods his head and before he can blink ( or did he blink?), Asami places an uncapped water bottle in his hand. He takes a sip, feeling the cool water against his throat, and then takes a couple of deep chugs upon realizing he's quite thirsty. "Good job," Asami says before taking a sip of his own water. Akihito ignores the fluttering in his stomach at the praise.
After a moment and when his heart stops beating so hard against his ribs and his mind feeling...less cloudy, Akihito's eyes dart to Asami's still stiff cock, the head a dark red. Akihito has the urge the put his mouth on it, wanting to know how this man's cock would taste on his tongue if it was as pleasurable for Akihito to suck him off as it was for Asami to tongue fuck his ass. Akihito has to shove down the wave of embarrassment as he recalls the strange but incredible feeling of getting tongue fucked. He tried to tell Asami, no but as soon as his wet mouth touched Akihito down there...he was gone. Mind empty. No thoughts. Just want.
He had no fucking idea that was a thing and how much he liked it.
Gah, he wants to slap himself.
"Um." He starts so elegantly, "thank...you?" Asami snorts into his water.
"You're welcome." He replies like an ass but at least a genuine one.
Akihito takes in a shaky inhale, nerves creeping up his spine as he tries to come up with something to say that won't make him look like an idiot. "Are you…" He says but then changes the question. "Do I...?" He wordlessly points at himself and then to Asami's cock, still hard and pressing against his toned stomach, curving a little to the right as it lays neglected in between Asami's legs.
Asami's mouth twitches as he clearly is trying not to laugh at Akihito. Akihito appreciates the attempt. "Don't worry," he says as he caps the bottle before setting it on the ground next to the bed. "I'm not done with you yet."
Akihito gulps and feels like a deer in the headlights as Asami crawls over to him. He observes as Asami takes himself in his hand, stroking himself at a slow pace, keeping himself hard but in no rush to get himself off. Akihito wonders if he is going to ask Akihito to reciprocate by sucking him off since Asami did say he was interested in the idea but instead he watches Asami scoop up a clump of Akihito's spunk that lays on his chest and begins to rub that onto his dick.
Akihito blinks up at Asami, waiting for what the other man is planning to do. "Lay down and get on your side." He says, taking another clump onto his fingers and helps Akihito move into position. Asami lays down next to Akihito, spooning him from behind, slipping an arm underneath Akihito's head and neck for support. Facing away from him, Akihito can only wait to feel where Asami's hands go, uncertain as to what the other man is going to do with him.
He is about to turn around to ask Asami what exactly he's planning on doing when Asami lifts his top leg and begins to smear the spunk on Akihito's thigh. "What the-?" Is he using Akihito's sperm as lube?! That doesn't sound very sanitary to me! Before he can get the question out, Asami lays down his leg and presses a firm hand against Akihito's hip.
"Press your legs against each other, hard." He says in Akihito's ear, his breath warm on his skin. Akihito shivers at the feeling and he feels a spark running down his spine to his groin. Asami takes the opportunity to grope Akihito's ass and he slips his cock in between Akihito's thighs.
Somehow this makes Akihito moan and he hears Asami hiss into his ear as Asami begins to thrust in and out between Akihtios thighs. Asami's hands wander over Akihito's chest, teasing his nipples as Asami's mouth gets to work on Akihito's neck and shoulders. He presses Akihito closer into his body as he continues to fuck Akihito's thighs. Akihito can feel himself getting hard again, whether from Asami's teasing hands or the way he places more bruising kisses and soft bites to his neck and shoulders or the feeling of getting fucked by Asami or all of the above, Akihito can't do much of anything except moan with every bite, thurst, twist that Asami inflicts on his body. He grabs at Asami's arm and takes a bite into the man's bicep. An act of soft revenge.
He feels Asami huff a warm laugh into the back of his hair. "Here." He says as he places two of his fingers at the entrance of Akihito's mouth. "Get some practice in." He teases him as he slips them inside. Akihito tastes the salt and a sour musk against his tongue and realizes that he's tasting his cum on Asami's fingers. He moans around the digits. Asami begins to move his fingers in and out of Akihito's mouth, matching the pace of his hips. Akihito can feel Asami's hot cock in between his wet thighs, his cum, and Asami's pre-cum mixing together, creating a delicious, wet friction that has both of them groaning. He reaches to touch Asami, trying to find his hip or leg to hold on to as Asami continues to fuck him.
His cock is hard again, stiff and leaking between his stomach and the mattress. Akihito is pinned by Asami, his cock, and his fingers. Asami's hot breath on his neck. He closes his eyes and lets himself sink into the motions that surround him. This is all questionable a moment ago but now Akihito feels nothing but bliss.
"If this is how good you feel as I fuck your thighs," Asami grunts as he begins to thrust harder, the sound of his fucking echoes in Akihito's ears. "I can only imagine how you'll be when I properly fuck you." Akihito can imagine too, how impossibly close Asami would feel, how full he would be, stretched out by Asami's thick cock. He moans at the sensation of Asami's cock rubbing between his slick thighs and at the idea of how much he wants to feel him inside his body. One of Asami's hands grips the bottom of his throat, using Akihito as leverage to fuck him harder while the other hand reaches for Akihito's cock. A warm, rough hand wraps around and quick movement brings Akihito back to the edge of another climax.
He feels overwhelmed and swept away, he wants to hold on a little longer, to keep pace with Asami and his need. He wants this to go on forever. He wants to keep hovering at this moment of adrenaline and desire for as long as possible but with every thrust, every hot breath against his neck, the matching grips on his lower neck, and his cock, Akihito is slipping further and further down the slope. Akihito can hear himself begging, crying out for "More! Harder, please - Ah!" He squeezes his thighs tighter, arches himself into Asami which only has the man growling into his neck as he holds Akihito tighter, slamming himself into Akihito as he begins to chase his own orgasm.
Asami pushes Akihito on his stomach, holds a bruising grip on his hips, and proceeds to fuck the breath out of Akihito. He cries and pleads into the hotel pillows, each thrust making Akihito rub against the thin bedding creating wonderful friction that pulled Akihito further down. Asami's dick slips out between his thighs and he now ruts against Akihito's back and ass, his cock drooling pre-cum as he presses in between Akihito's cheeks, rubbing against his hole, catching the entrance with the tip of Asami's cock.
Asami grabs Akihito by the base of his throat, forcing him to arch back and lean up so that Asami can hoarsely whisper in his ear, "I bet I can slip inside you right now." Akihito's eyes roll back at the thought. "You keep catching me with every thrust. You would be so tight as I would sink in, filling you up so nicely." A groan cuts him off as he picks up speed and Akihito arches his back to meet Asami's thrusts. "I didn't prep you enough, one finger and my tongue doesn't cut it but, gods, you feel good. I want you squeezing around me, I want you open and loose so all I'll need to do is slip in and fuck you again and again…" Akihito falls forward, on his elbows, his head hanging as he spreads his legs, keeping his hips up, giving Asami the leverage to continue to thrust against him. Asami mouths at Akihito's shoulder and reaches for his cock again, slapping Akihito's hand away as he takes over.
It takes only a few heavy strokes and hard thrusts before Akihito lets out a final shout as he comes, his release hot on his skin as he collapses into the bed. Asami pushes him down further, his large hand pressing between Akihito's shoulder blades as he presses deep, hard thrusts in between Akihito's cheeks before he groans out his climax. Akihito moans when he feels Aasmi's seed hitting his skin. He grinds his hips against the bed, working out the last bit of his orgasm into the sheets until he hisses when the sensation goes from fantastic to too much.
He begins to float down when he feels something moving on his back. It takes him a moment to realize it's Asami and he seems to be mindlessly drawing nothing into his back. It dawns on him that he isn't drawing aimless random pictures but smearing something into his skin. Akihito turns his head to look over his shoulder to see Asami rubbing his cum on Akihito's back.
"What are you doing?" He asks, still a little breathless and bewildered by Asam. Asami meets his eyes with a wink and then Akihito watches as he leans down and licks up a spot of cum, holding it on the tip of his tongue, and then leans over to catch Akihito's open mouth, forcing Akihito to take his seed. Shock and heat hit Akihito as he tastes Asami on his tongue for the first time. Sour, salty, and weirdly tangy hits his taste buds as Akihito rolls on his back careful not to break the kiss. Asami slots perfectly between his legs and they continue to make out until Akihito can only taste the salt and a hint of nicotine from Asami's skin.
Eventually, Asami rolls off of Akihito instead of crushing him, both of them breathing heavily. Akihito feels the cool air against his sweaty skin as his mind rocks back and forth from the residual wave of his orgasm. He turns his head to face Asami whose eyes are closed as he catches his breath. They lay there for several minutes, listening only to each other breathing. Akihito observes Asami's profile, unable to tear his eyes away while he comes down off his high. He wants so badly to lean over and kiss him but he doesn't have the strength yet, so he can only watch, hoping that he gained telepathy since he's sure he touched the heavens.
Asami finally faces him as he rolls over on his side, placing his hand on the small of Akihito's back as a tired smile. "How are you feeling?" He asks, his voice raspy from overuse. Akihito lets out a small breathless giggle.
"It feels like I climbed and tumbled up a mountain but then paraglided down."
Asami snorts. "That sounds like you've done that before."
Akihito grins. "Not yet. Minus the tumbling up part of course."
"I feel like you would still tumble despite your best efforts." Asami teases. Akihito playfully shoves his shoulder with a 'Hey!' which has Asami laughing. Akihito doesn't want to admit that he's right, more than likely Akihito would tumble a time or two despite his best efforts but the bastard doesn't need to know that. Asami scoots himself closer to Akihito, pulling him into his arms, tucking him underneath his chin with a satisfied sigh. Akihito feels safe and warm, despite the cool air around their naked bodies. He closes his eyes to doze against the other man's chest as Asami caresses his back.
He fades in and out of consciousness as exhaustion seeps through his body. He feels Asami move out of the bed and then something cool on his back and stomach. He floats in the silence of warmth and comfort. He feels Asami slip back into bed with him, curling around Akihito's sleep-riddled body, and Akihito finally begins to sink into sleep when he feels a press of something soft touching his cheek and again to the back of his neck. He hears Asami whisper to him but before he can process what he said, Akihito finally falls asleep.
A/N: This has been crossed posted on AO3 under the same name and pen name!
This is the first of five posts for Kinktober 2021. I'm involved in a small RyuAki discord server and this story was inspired by a fellow member who wanted a "strangers to lover fic/only one bed" trope and it became this. The server created our own kink list for the month of Kinktober for RyuAki and I have jammed multiple kinks into one fic.
I plan on writing and posting four more fics related to Kinktober every Sunday this month. So keep a lookout for them. Hopefully I'm successful...*crosses fingers*
Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it! ❤️❤️