Reminder that this is an M-RATED story!
Happy New Years! I hope we all make wise decisions this year? :P
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Chapter 3: Breathe
Toshiro took a step inside the terrace house, flicking on the main lights as he entered, Yukio trailing one step behind him.
The blonde whistled as he glanced around the open plan living room, "Wow, this is really nice."
"Hmm," Toshiro hummed his agreement, "Uncle Juu is quite the homemaker, and Shunsui has the money to afford it."
A pair of arms wrapped around the young prodigy's torso and he felt Yukio's chest press against his back, their wet shirts and jackets sandwiched between them. The older boy didn't seem to mind the uncomfortable wetness, his nose nuzzling into Toshiro's snow white locks and sighing in content.
"I-I, um…" Toshiro murmured, suddenly very nervous; he'd just invited Yukio into his house while the tingling from their earlier kiss still lingered on his lips, "I'll find us some dry clothes."
He quickly detached himself from his overly-attractive date and high-tailed it to his bedroom. The young genius opened his drawers, looking for something that might fit Yukio; the blonde wasn't that much bigger than him, but most of Toshiro's day-wear was pretty tight, especially his pants. Eventually he found the large sized Sirius Black T-shirt he bought from the Warner Bros. Harry Potter Studio Tour last year that he usually slept in, and a pair of Kusaka's old track pants that Toshiro had only kept because they were so baggy and comfortable, perfect for lounging around the house on a rainy day.
The prodigy quickly changed himself into a pair of his light grey sweats and a comfortable black tee before picking up the clothes for Yukio and meeting him back in the living room.
The twenty year old was looking at the family photos that lined the top of Jushiro's special silverware cabinet.
"You've been everywhere," Yukio murmured without looking over his shoulder, "Spain, France, Japan…"
"Three countries isn't everywhere," Toshiro chuckled lightly, handing Yukio the dry clothes, "Japan is for Shunsui's business trips, and France and Spain are just across the Channel."
"I've never left England," Yukio frowned, "My parent's idea of a holiday was two towns over where there was an even bigger pub. I hadn't even been to London until I moved here after high school."
Toshiro glanced up; Yukio's eyes were hard. It must have been challenging for him, growing up in a town that had such a prominent drug and alcohol problem, watching his parents and friends crumble around him and somehow finding the strength not to cave himself. The blonde had grown up without any opportunity to escape from it, with no money, no helpful adults and no idea of the world outside that run down town.
"You're in London now, though," Toshiro whispered, not entirely sure what he could say to help – he'd grown up with money and opportunity and he didn't want Yukio to resent him for that, "You are building that better life you wanted."
Yukio's tightly pursed lips twitched upwards into a smile.
"Yes, I am," Yukio turned to smile at Toshiro, the white haired boy's breath catching in his throat, "And after I finish my degree, I'm going to take a year off to travel the world."
"Well if you make it to Spain, I'd highly recommend going to San Sebastian," Toshiro grinned, "It's been my favourite so far."
"Noted," Yukio smirked a little, "Any other recommendations, Handsome?"
"Croatia," Toshiro tried to hide his blush at the 'handsome' comment, "I haven't been there but I really want to go and I've heard it's amazing."
"Hmmm," Yukio hummed, taking a step closer to Toshiro so that the prodigy could feel his breath against his forehead, "Maybe then we should go together?"
"One date and you're already planning our first holiday together?" Toshiro raised an eyebrow and Yukio chuckled deeply.
"I guess I like you," Yukio teased, lowering his lips so they were only millimetres from Toshiro's own.
Breathe, just breathe.
Toshiro waited for Yukio to make the final move, to push their lips together once more, but the blonde didn't, simply grinning. The older boy leaned away and Toshiro's body followed him automatically, as if they were connected by a magnetic force. This little slip up didn't go un-noticed by Yukio, who smirked at the young genius. Toshiro stared at the taller boy's lips hungrily; he found a small shred of confidence and without thinking too much about it, he gripped the collar of Yukio's soaked trench coat and reached up to press their mouths together.
Opened mouths moved against each other, Yukio taking Toshiro's bottom lip into his mouth and sucking it gently while the prodigy moaned softly at the hand cupping his ass cheek gently. The white haired male wound his arms around Yukio's neck and pulled their bodies flush against each other; he could feel the wetness of Yukio's clothes slowly dampening his new dry clothes but he couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest; all he wanted to do was grind against the man of his fantasies until they climaxed in their pants. Alas, Yukio had other ideas, pulling back until he was an arms-length away from the little genius.
"I don't want to get you wet," Yukio winked at him, "I'll get changed before I ravish you again. I can't wait to hear you moan."
Thinking he might have had a stroke, Toshiro's mind had a minor fit as it tried to process the words being said to him. He opened his mouth to speak several times but couldn't get past the odd syllable; the whole experience made him sound like he was choking a little and Yukio chuckled. The prodigy's cheeks were bright red in embarrassment as he struggled to find the words. In the end, Yukio swiftly connected their lips in a quick peck which lingered for only a second longer than it should have.
"Where can I get changed?" the twenty year old asked.
"M-my bedroom," Toshiro stammered, his fingers grazing over the place Yukio had just kissed him, "upstairs, second door on the left."
The blonde turned and left, walking towards the stairs and disappearing up to the second level of the terrace house. Toshiro's eyes followed him as he walked away, thinking of the possible ways this night could go. Yukio was definitely staying the night, but where was he going to sleep? Toshiro knew that if his crush slept in his bed with him, there would be no way the young genius would be able to keep his hands off him and if the blonde was in the mood, that would more than likely lead to…
Toshiro sighed into the empty living room. It would probably lead to sex, and as much as he wanted it, there was also the fact that this date was the product of a social experiment in which the white haired boy had used a psychology theory to manipulate the innocent gamer into liking him. He hadn't really considered the implications of doing such when he had begun this experiment all those weeks ago, but now that he had Yukio in his house, he felt sick about it. This experiment hadn't been fair to either of them; Yukio had been manipulated, and Toshiro had gotten his hopes up over someone who only liked him for the sweets he gave him every day. It wasn't a relationship built to last and Toshiro knew he couldn't go through with anything while Yukio was in the dark about what a little creep he was.
The victim in question returned to the living room, his wet clothes bundled up in his hands and wearing the clothes Toshiro had lent him. The lithe gamer trotted to Toshiro's side smiling happily and Toshiro refused to make eye contact; it was all a lie, he'd done this.
Yukio might have said something but Toshiro was too caught up in his own world. He quickly grabbed the clothes from his date's hands and practically ran to the laundry, shoving them and his own wet clothes into the dryer. He had to remind himself to breathe as the panic set in; his face was hot and he could almost hear the blood pounding in his ears. Why had he done this? He couldn't live with himself if he followed through with the rest of this date and the potential sex if Yukio didn't know the truth, and of course, once the twenty year old knew the truth, he'd walk out of this house and never come back, and Toshiro would have successfully destroyed his chances with the sexy blonde male.
Pressing 'start' on the dryer, Toshiro ambled out to the living room once more, dragging his feet as he did so; he didn't want to confess but Yukio deserved to know. The older boy was standing in the middle of the living room, staring at Toshiro with concerned eyes.
"What's wrong?" Yukio asked immediately as Toshiro entered the room.
Breathe.
Toshiro walked around his date, sitting on one end of the couch and the other male followed quickly. The prodigy pulled one of the square couch pillows into his lap and began to play idly with the corners.
"I, um…" Toshiro's voice shook a little, and Yukio scooted closer, putting a comforting hand on his knee, "I don't have many friends. None, actually – not at the university anyway."
"You have me," Yukio said, frowning a little and squeezing the prodigy's knee again.
"I read about a theory in one of my books," Toshiro continued, ignoring the blonde's last comment, "And I thought I could use it to make a friend."
Yukio didn't seem to catch on to what Toshiro was trying to subtly imply without actually having to say the words.
Just breathe.
"I used it on you," Toshiro admitted shamefully, trying to gage his date's reaction, who – so far – wasn't reacting at all other than looking mildly confused, "I used classical conditioning..."
The snow haired nineteen year old went on to explain the whole story, from how he first saw Yukio sitting in the library, to the idea he had of offering bon bons to him every day in an effort to condition the boy to associate him with his favourite sweets, and therefore manipulating the blonde into liking him. His voice grew thicker and it became harder to speak as he confessed to bumping into the gamer on purpose, crushing on him almost instantly and carrying around bon bons every single day just in case he ran into him randomly outside of the university.
Yukio still seemed confused, "So did you know I worked at the electronics store when you came in with your friend?"
"No, uh – that was a coincidence actually," Toshiro stared hard at the pillow in his hands, "But it doesn't change anything, I still manipulated you into liking me. I'm really sorry."
"Did you ever consider just talking to me?" Yukio's voice held a tinge of humour but Toshiro assumed it was a bitter sort of humour, in which he didn't actually find this situation funny at all.
"I can't talk to people," Toshiro mumbled, still not meeting his date's eyes, "You've seen how awkward I am,"
"Yes," Yukio chuckled a little, "It's adorable and it's what drew me to you… other than your seriously gorgeous eyes, I mean."
Toshiro shook his head quickly, refusing to process the words being said to him, "No, it was the bon bons."
The blonde laughed loudly at that and Toshiro flicked his eyes up to see Yukio smiling wholeheartedly at him.
"Toshiro, bon bons are just sweets, they can't make you like someone," the blonde chuckled, "So what, you ran into me on purpose? Good because I'd seen you in the library before and I was too scared to talk to you."
"You were scared to talk to me?" Toshiro repeated sceptically.
"Yes, because you looked so beautiful and I didn't think you'd give me the time of day," Yukio admitted, playfully giving Toshiro a soft shove in the arm.
"I-I don't think that's – I don't believe you," Toshiro flushed red; this was already embarrassing enough for him to admit, he really didn't need Yukio to tease him. Yell at him, storm out, but please don't tease him, his feelings were on the line too.
"I know you don't," Yukio was frowning now, and his hand came up to cup Toshiro's cheeks, "I think you're the one who's been conditioned, Toshiro. Your grandmother kicked you out for being gay and Kusaka tried to dominate you in every aspect of your life before breaking up with you over the one thing he couldn't beat you at. You've been taught to hate who you are, and that's why you have no confidence to make friends and why you can't believe that anyone could like you without a bit psychological manipulation."
Toshiro shook his head, but Yukio continued on, his thumb stroking the prodigy's cheek gently, "I knew who you were before you bumped into me that day, I even knew your name before you told me, because I work with Orihime who knows Ichigo from your work, but I never tried to talk to you because I didn't think we'd have anything in common."
"I-" Toshiro opened his mouth to speak.
"But then I met you and there was something about you that made me want to see you more and more," Yukio cut over the top of the young genius, "Something special about your nature this time, not your looks, which – if I haven't made clear yet – are seriously stunning."
"No, you're not getting this," Toshiro said quickly, shaking his head away from Yukio's loving touches which he certainly didn't deserve, "The bon bons were the thing that made you want to see me more, they are what you think is special."
"No, you're not getting this," Yukio repeated, grabbing Toshiro's waist and pulling the smaller boy so close he might as well been sitting in the blonde's lap, "Bon bons were just an excuse to talk to you and see you every day, but in truth, I couldn't care less about them. They certainly had nothing to do with all our online chats, or the fact that I asked you on this date…"
Yukio's eyes flickered to Toshiro's lips, and he swallowed carefully, "…or the fact that I want to kiss you so badly right now."
With that, Yukio crushed their lips together hard, and Toshiro froze against them. He found it hard to believe any of what Yukio was saying to him, but the lips felt so good working against him; he just wanted to give himself over to the older male. What was stopping him anyway? He'd done his bit, he'd told Yukio the truth and apparently the blonde still wanted him, if the tongue lapping against his closed mouth was anything to go by. An impatient hand squeezed Toshiro's ass cheek, causing the boy to gasp, mouth opening to let Yukio in.
It was getting harder to say no, and Toshiro couldn't remember what his problem was anyway as he eventually melted into the kiss, returning it eagerly. The hand stayed on his clothed ass, massaging it gently and Toshiro felt himself harden in his pants, his arms and legs tangled around Yukio's and soon he felt himself laying back on the couch, with Yukio hovering inches above him.
"Gods, Toshiro," Yukio gasped, tearing away from the kiss, "You've seriously got no idea how incredible you are, or how much I want you."
Toshiro would have blushed again, but he was too busy panting and trying to regain his breath after that intense kiss.
"I like you" Yukio breathed, pressing kisses into Toshiro's neck and causing the boy to make some sounds he'd never heard himself make before, "I really like you, and it has nothing to do with bon bons, do you understand now?"
Feeling Yukio's clothed arousal rub against Toshiro's hipbone was plenty of indication, and the genius decided to believe the blonde's words. Maybe he'd been wrong; maybe Yukio did like him for reasons that had nothing to do with little round sweets. Either way, he really didn't want to stop their activities.
After a moment's thought, Toshiro nodded his understanding. Seemingly pleased with the result, Yukio reconnected their lips together hastily, the prodigy reciprocating enthusiastically. The blonde's hands travelled over Toshiro's body, stopping to feel and squeeze various parts of him.
The steady hum of the dryer was the only other noise in the house as the two boys continued to make out on the couch, the sound only being interrupted by the odd quiet groan and a bit of panting. Toshiro was lost in a world of his own, barely comprehending what was happening around him. He still couldn't believe Yukio, the sexy blonde, was lying on top of him and-
"Yu-," Toshiro gasped as the blonde's lips moved to his neck and was sucking lightly on his pulse point.
This was surely his imagination; how could one little white-haired, teal-eyed, awkward boy genius end up with someone as hot as Yukio on his couch, a perfect mouth latched onto his pale neck, nipping and sucking its way downwards. Actually no, it couldn't be his imagination because even his fantasies had never been this amazing; they'd be pretty vivid and detailed but the real deal was so much more. For example, Toshiro had never expected Yukio's kisses to be so scorching, burning a trail from his lips, down his throat, over his shoulders and now the gorgeous twenty year old was working at his collarbone, having pulled the neckline of Toshiro's shirt down a little.
"Y-Yukio," Toshiro hissed, as the lips began to suck hard against his clavicle, a wave of pleasure he'd never experienced before travelled up his spine, and his back arched up into Yukio's chest.
The older boy released the skin and softly kissed the darkening mark left behind with a slight grin.
"I like hearing you say my name like that," Yukio murmured, his mouth breathing hot air against the prodigy's skin which had broken out in goosebumps.
Toshiro blushed brightly, "I'm not normally so, uh… v-vocal."
"I'm going to try and change that," Yukio grinned, sliding back up to Toshiro's face level, "If you'll let me?"
The blonde pressed his lips against Toshiro's once again and the genius pressed back eagerly. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows, and the hand that was squeezing his butt now cradled his face, cupping his jaw and cheek gently.
Yukio's question was slightly more loaded than noticeable at first glance; it wasn't about trying to get Toshiro to make more noise in the bedroom, it was about them going to the bedroom in the first place. It was the blonde's slightly vague way of asking Toshiro's permission to continue further, asking for them to commit fully to the physical desires they both felt, to follow through to ultimate release – to have sex, to put it in layman's terms. It was a big step for a first date, Toshiro realised, but he was not a virgin and neither was Yukio. They were technically both adults, and they'd had an amazing night together. They weren't boyfriends, but they'd both admitted feelings for each other only minutes ago and Toshiro didn't believe Yukio was the type of guy to lie just for sex. He also didn't believe it was going to turn into a random one night stand.
Toshiro's answer was simple, and he delivered it through the deepening of the kiss of his own initiation and by shifting his weight to one elbow so that his other hand could bury itself in the finally dry blonde locks of his date.
Apparently, Yukio liked the answer he was given because he grunted sexily into the kiss, pulling their bodies even closer together, to the point that their arousals were flush against each other. Toshiro almost shook with anticipation at the shockwave of pleasure that would course through his body if they were to slide against each oth-
"Nhghh," Toshiro ripped his mouth away from the kiss in favour of moaning as Yukio did exactly what Toshiro was thinking about, rolling his hips and effectively grinding their pelvises together.
"There's that voice," Yukio chuckled, his mouth grazing by his ear, before teeth nibbled lightly on his earlobe.
There was no excuse, no retort on the prodigy's tongue, just the shudder of pleasure as those lips moved down, tracing the opposite side of Toshiro's neck than before.
The young genius felt his shirt sliding up his body, and Yukio's hand sliding underneath the thin material to feel his body. Toshiro scrunched up his face a little, begging himself not to giggle; his torso was particularly sensitive and ticklish, as Rangiku had once found out and now often tried to tickle him as a form of torture. Yukio's hand started low, grazing the top of his sweatpants waistband, and skimming gently over the area below Toshiro's belly button, but soon the hand travelled upwards.
Suddenly, Yukio's hand froze against Toshiro's skin, and he moved back to glance at Toshiro almost accusingly.
"You're ripped," Yukio breathed, eyes wide in shock as he pulled the shirt back to look at Toshiro's muscled abdomen.
The prodigy began feeling very self-conscious, attempting to cover himself up with his arm but Yukio gripped his wrist and pulled it back as he continued to stare, his mouth hanging open.
"Gods, I wasn't expecting you to be ripped," Yukio groaned, his voice hoarse, "I knew you'd have a good body, but fuck…"
Toshiro closed his eyes automatically as the older boy used his free hand to trace the muscles across his stomach area. He could feel his face heating up and for once he wished that Yukio would look at his blush instead of his body. Of course, he knew that if they were going to have sex, Yukio was going to see his body but he wasn't expecting the blonde to pay so much attention to it. Yes, he did have a relatively well defined six pack but it wasn't anything special, especially not compared to someone of a bigger stature.
He yelped when something warm and wet graze over his abs, and the nineteen year old opened his eyelids to see his crush tracing his muscle with his tongue. Toshiro's self-consciousness was momentarily forgotten at the hot image and the feel of skilled tongue over his body.
Yukio leaned back tugging Toshiro's shirt up and over his head quickly before returning to stare hungrily at Toshiro's chest.
"Damn," the twenty year old murmured, "I'm so lucky…"
Toshiro groaned, "Please stop looking, it's… Weird."
"Not if you look this good," Yukio chuckled, but his different coloured eyes finally left Toshiro's body as requested, and blue and green met teal once more.
Toshiro sunk down to lie flat on his back, his hands finding the hem of Yukio's shirt and pulling it up his body; he didn't want to be the only shirtless one and he was immensely curious to see what that firm body looked like underneath his clothes. The blonde allowed him to remove his borrowed shirt and the prodigy threw it off to the side in the same general direction his own shirt had gone.
Nothing could have prepared him for the incredible sight that was Yukio's torso.
Nothing could have stopped Toshiro's erection doubling in hardness, nor the moan he released just from looking at his date's bare chest.
Yukio was… stunning.
"Holy crap," Toshiro murmured, unconsciously running his hands all over the boy's body.
"Please," Yukio scoffed a little, "I don't have your abs,"
It was Toshiro's time to scoff; the blonde had abs that rivalled his own – they might have been a touch less defined but he had the upper chest and pectoral muscles that Toshiro could never achieve and subtle V muscle below his belly button that probably sent subliminal messages to anyone who saw him topless, their eyes automatically travelling south, innocently following the discreet arrow.
Toshiro never could have imagined this, although he shouldn't have been surprised. Of course, the blonde had a beautiful body to match his beautiful face and his beautiful hair and his beautiful heterochromia eyes, not to mention his beautiful personality.
It took a lot of effort, but Toshiro managed to tear his eyes away from Yukio's chest to look up into his date's eyes. The twenty year old was looking at him with a strange emotion swimming deep in his irises. It was warm and affectionate, and Toshiro couldn't help but instantly reach up and kiss the boy again; Yukio was amazing in so many ways, and Toshiro was constantly finding out more and more things he liked about the blonde.
When they broke apart again, Yukio lowered himself down and pressed their foreheads together; their warm breaths mingled as they panted a little.
"Toshiro?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you," Yukio whispered, "I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my boyfriend."
Toshiro smiled against his date, "I want that too."
And they kissing again, this time slow and deliberate, their mouths moving lovingly together in a dance of care and genuine passion. Toshiro's arms wrapped around Yukio's neck, pulling him closer, while his date's – no, his boyfriend now – his boyfriend's arms wrapped around his waist, lifting him off the couch and into the blonde's lap.
The white haired man could feel Yukio's arousal pressing into his ass and wiggled his hips experimentally, causing the twenty year old to groan into the kiss, his arms tightening around Toshiro. They continued to kiss almost playfully, smiling and chuckling softly between lip locks, and fingers intertwining with each other. Toshiro was, to put it lightly, over the moon with happiness; this had been, without a doubt, the greatest night of his life. He had intended to make a friend originally, but here he was, walking away with a boyfriend, and not just any boyfriend, but a super sexy blonde boyfriend. Not even his dreams were that good.
One of Yukio's arms were wrapped around Toshiro's back, holding him up and against the blonde's chest, while the free hand that had previously been holding Toshiro's own hand had untangled itself in favour of tugging a little at the prodigy's waistband. The young genius felt the soft pull but Yukio decided to change tack, palming his clothed erection instead.
Toshiro's head snapped back, his eyes clenched shut and he released a hearty moan; for some reason, he hadn't been expected the simple touch to his member – through two layers of fabric – to feel so damn good, but either Yukio really knew what he was doing or Toshiro was that desperate to be touched by his new partner, or possibly both.
Definitely both, Toshiro decided as Yukio repeated the movement once more, his hand applying pressure to the base and pushing hard up to the head and lingering a little. Toshiro's head slumped against the blonde's neck as he hissed in pleasure; he could feel the inside of his boxes becoming sticky with pre-cum.
"That's so hot," Yukio breathed above him, and Toshiro felt the older boy's lips return to his neck; apparently the cute, playful moment was over and they were headed into serious waters.
The twenty year old affirmed Toshiro's suspicions when long, skinny fingers dove into his pants, grabbed hold of his throbbing member and brought it out of its confines. The white haired male gasped, his eyes opening wide to see what was happening. His blonde boyfriend was staring at his member, eyes dark with desire, and lips parted slightly.
"Yukio-o," Toshiro choked out a whisper, "P-please, I-I need…"
At his words, Yukio was brought out of his lustful daze and he shifted to face Toshiro, his parted lips splitting into his usual cheeky grin and slowly – way too slowly – he began to pump.
"Nghh," Toshiro groaned at the beautiful friction against his weeping arousal.
The gamer's skilled hand moved up and down his length, gradually picking up a bit of speed, and the psychology student buried his face into the hand owner's slender neck as he hissed and moaned in pleasure. This was all so surreal, the nineteen year old could still hardly believe it; Yukio was his boyfriend and was giving him a hand job. That sort of thing didn't just happen to Toshiro; perhaps he'd done something recently to win himself some good karma?
Very, very, very good karma, Toshiro decided, just like the very, very, very good hand sliding up and down the length of his shaft right now.
Yukio's movements had fallen into an incredible rhythm that had Toshiro's hips beginning to buck up into his hand; the white haired male couldn't help himself – it just felt so fucking good and he needed more.
"Pl-please, Yukio," Toshiro's body was arching in a way he was sure that he'd body had never done before, "I can't – I-I need – Please!"
Despite making zero sense, Yukio seemed to understand his needs, picking up the pace even more and squeezing hard near the head. Toshiro was a mewling mess that he was certain to be embarrassed about later, but for now he couldn't comprehend anything but the waves and waves of hot pleasure jolting through his entire body, and the feel of his new boyfriend's delicate fingers pumping him quickly to release.
Teal eyes cracked open to see Yukio staring at him with that same caring and affection look, but darkened somewhat, like all he cared about was Toshiro and making him climax. That thought, and a particularly hard tug on his erection had Toshiro moaning Yukio's name loudly into the otherwise quiet living room, his vision going white, and something warm spreading in his lower regions.
When Toshiro finally came to – for he was almost positive he'd blacked out – he was hanging limply in Yukio's arms, the blonde still slowly pumping his mostly-softened cock.
"That was…" Toshiro panted, "So, so, so incredible."
"It was incredible to watch," Yukio grinned, his supporting arm helping to push Toshiro back into a sitting position, "Shuuhei never reacted to me like that."
Toshiro found that hard to believe; Yukio was obviously very talented at hand jobs – probably due to his years of gaming skills coming out to play – and Toshiro had never felt that sort of pleasure with Kusaka, who – up until just now – the white haired male had considered to be very good at the art of jerking him off.
The blonde released Toshiro's member, and instead of wiping off the sperm that now coated his hand, Yukio lifted it to his mouth and began to lick it off.
"Hmmm, you taste good, Babe," He murmured between licks, "Next time I'll take you into my mouth before you finish."
Toshiro swallowed.
"I think…" Toshiro still couldn't get his breath back, "I think we should move this to the bedroom."
He'd had a taste of what pleasure Yukio could bring him and he wanted it all again, but more so. He wanted to please Yukio too, and then finally they would come together as one; Yukio would push inside him and they'd rock themselves to a double release. The thought was re-awakening his member.
"As much as I want that, and I really do," Yukio pulled him closer, "I didn't think we were going to go this far tonight, and I've remembered that I didn't bring a condom."
"Do we need one?" Toshiro frowned; neither of them had uteruses, so what was the problem?
"I, um…" Yukio actually blushed a little, "I haven't been to the doctor in a while to check that I'm all clear."
The white haired boy frowned a little; he didn't like the idea of Yukio having been with anyone but him, but since they'd only been talking for the last month or so and Yukio had broken up with Shuuhei well over two years ago, the reality was he'd had sex with other people in that time. Just as Toshiro had slept with Izuru from his work a few months after his break up with Kusaka while he was on the rebound.
"I'm positive I haven't caught anything," Yukio murmured, kissing Toshiro's cheek apologetically, "But I don't want to risk it, not with you."
Toshiro almost felt touched that Yukio didn't want to risk potentially passing on a sexually transmitted disease to him, but he was pretty disappointed that they wouldn't be having sex tonight. Fucking condoms; why didn't Toshiro have any? He should have-
Wait a minute!
"But if you are going to do that Toshiro, there are condoms in our ensuite bathroom if you need."
Uncle Juu's voice rung in his ears; never ever had Toshiro been so glad for his uncles and their sex-education.
"I have condoms," the nineteen year old blurted out excitedly, tucking his still exposed genitals back into his sweatpants and sliding off Yukio's lap.
Yukio chuckled at his excitement, and allowed Toshiro to pull him to his feet.
"What are we waiting for then?"
…
Toshiro didn't waste a second of time after running to his uncles' ensuite to find a condom, practically jumping Yukio the second he got back to his own bedroom.
"Eager, Babe?" Yukio chuckled as he was pushed back onto Toshiro's bed and the prodigy climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
"You have no idea," Toshiro murmured, dropping the wrapped condom onto the bed beside them.
The white haired boy started kissing along the blonde's neck, lightly grazing the skin with his teeth and pausing to suck every now and again. Yukio's hands gripped his hips and tightened as the prodigy continued his work, the twenty year old tilting his head back to allow Toshiro better access to his neck.
"Oh, I think I do," Yukio growled, his hands slipping from Toshiro's hips to his ass and squeezing.
Toshiro managed to keep the sound escaping him to a minimal grunt; it was time for him to pleasure Yukio, to show him the pluses of having a prodigy boyfriend and to make this the night of his life. In response, he ground his hips hard against his boyfriend's, the blonde arching his back beautifully.
"Ngh-" Yukio moaned, "Fuuck."
Toshiro rolled his hips again, continually moving against Yukio's rock hard clothed arousal. The young genius was glad that he'd already climaxed once tonight, giving him time pleasure Yukio before he'd feel the building orgasm once more. Yukio's eyes were clenched and his hips bucked up into Toshiro's; the nineteen year old had to smirk, his poor boyfriend had no idea what was yet to come.
The teal eyed male paused his torture momentarily to slide down Yukio's toned thighs. His fingers dipped below the waistband of Yukio's pants and boxers, and slowly he pulled them down and off, discarding them to the floor. A weeping erection stood proudly; Toshiro's mouth went dry at the sight of the perfect member and unconsciously licked his lips as he eyed the small amount of pre-cum dripping over the head.
Yukio stared at him, his eyes wide in anticipation as Toshiro settled between his legs.
"You're about to find out why Kusaka liked me so much," Toshiro grinned.
The blonde began to frown but the second Toshiro took his throbbing erection into his mouth, his head snapped back and he moaned loudly into the dark bedroom. The prodigy knew a thing or two about giving blow jobs; he'd done a lot of research when he first became sexually active – he had wanted to please Kusaka, and now that it was Yukio below him, he wanted to be even better. He bobbed his head up and down the shaft, his tongue lapping away from the inside and causing the twenty year old to hiss and groan. Hands were in Toshiro's hair, encouraging him to continue and work harder.
"F-fuck, B-babe," Yukio moaned, "Nngh!"
Toshiro made a point of making eye contact with Yukio; the blonde's hair was beginning to stick to the sweat on his forehead and his mouth was parted as he panted. With a subtle wink, Toshiro sunk lower, forcing the head of his boyfriend's cock further down his throat and swallowing once he hit his target.
"Fuck!" Yukio gasped loudly, "To-Toshiro!"
Continuing to suck hard, Toshiro took to humming softly, sending vibrations up the shaft and causing the blonde to buck his hips some more, and eventually, the little genius had to hold his hips down with his hands, pinning him to the bed.
"Tosh – I'm g-gonna-" Yukio hissed, his hands tightening in Toshiro's snowy locks.
Toshiro sucked harder in response, and with a particularly loud moan, the twenty year old blonde came hard in the prodigy's mouth; warm salty liquid erupted from the tip, shooting straight down Toshiro's throat. Yukio's taste was incredible and Toshiro sucked him dry, trying to taste as much of it as possible, swallowing it with no problem.
Slowly, he released the softened member with a slick pop, crawling back over Yukio – who was struggling to catch his breath – and curling into his boyfriend's side with his head resting over the blonde's heart, listening to the rapid beats inside his chest.
"That was…" Yukio breathed heavily, "The best… God damn blow job… I've ever received."
Toshiro smiled, "There's plenty more where that came from."
Yukio chuckled, rolling onto his side and pulling Toshiro close. Arms wrapped tightly around the smaller male, and the prodigy needed to remind himself to stay awake because there were better things to come, but Yukio's arms around him were just so warm and comforting, he didn't want to move.
"Sorry… I just need a minute…" Yukio swallowed, "Still can't breathe."
"Take your time," Toshiro murmured; he was fine where he was for the moment.
After several minutes of lying in that position, Yukio finally decided he was good to go again, pressing his lips to Toshiro's forehead and rousing him from his almost-nap. The white haired male tilted his head back to meet Yukio's lips with his own and immediately opened to let him in. Their tongues danced slowly between open mouths and Yukio's hands stroked Toshiro's back lovingly, the psychology student still struggling to believe all of this was real.
"You sucked me off without the condom," Yukio sighed, rubbing Toshiro's back softly.
"I wanted to taste you," Toshiro smiled, pressing a light kiss to the corner of the gamer's mouth, "It was worth it. Besides, I don't remember hearing any complaints."
Yukio chuckled, "I didn't get a chance to – you're too good at it!"
Toshiro blushed a little at the compliment, burying his face in Yukio's neck. The twenty year old rolled them over until Toshiro was pinned to the mattress by his boyfriend's body. The white haired boy groaned softly as Yukio slid down his body, stopping briefly to suck on one of his nipples, before hooking fingers underneath Toshiro's waistband pulling his sweats and boxers slowly down.
"You do have a tattoo!" Yukio exclaimed, running his thumb over the inked area of Toshiro's inner thigh.
"Uh, yeah…" Toshiro cringed, he was suddenly very self-conscious of his sixteen year old decision to permanently etch a hand drawn cartoon dragon into his skin, "I was thinking of getting it removed…"
"Oh gods, please don't," Yukio grinned, his finger still tracing it, "I adore this. What do the symbols mean?"
"It's Japanese for 'Hyorinmaru'," Toshiro murmured, "That's the dragon's name."
When he'd been a child, his grandmother had told him stories about a great ice dragon named Hyorinmaru, who protected and befriended little orphan children, such as himself. She told him that his white hair and teal eyes were a blessing from the great dragon, and a promise that Hyorinmaru would always protect him. It was a load of rubbish, of course, but Toshiro had found it a huge comfort when he was younger, and even to some extent as a teenager. He'd inked the little cartoon into his skin while he had been sitting cross legged on his bed, Linkin Park blaring in the background, eyes stinging with hot tears and the memory of seeing Kusaka kiss another boy behind the girls' toilets earlier that day swimming around his mind.
Toshiro had been a rather dramatic teenager.
"Well, I love it," Yukio pressed a chaste kiss to the dragon's face before finally pulling Toshiro's pants all the way off.
The prodigy rolled over onto his stomach in order to reach his nightstand, opening the top drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube.
"My, my," Yukio hummed, his hands beginning to massage Toshiro's ass, "Gods, this must be the tightest little ass I've ever seen."
Toshiro groaned at the feeling, his member stiff and ready for round two, but he couldn't find it in himself to roll back over; Yukio had his butt cheeks in possession and seemed to be having a wonderful time fondling them. The blonde separated the cheeks, running his finger lightly over the prodigy's tight entrance causing the owner to clench the sheets by his head. In one swift movement, Toshiro felt Yukio grip his hips and pull his ass upwards, and gasped when he felt something warm and wet that was definitely not a finger poke at the hole. The psychology student moaned loudly as the tongue teased around his entrance and prodded it gently.
He felt Yukio shift, and then the distinctive sound of a plastic tube cap popping open. The hot tongue disappeared and was replaced with a cold lubed-up finger, and Toshiro's legs trembled in anticipation.
"Now this is only my second time topping," Yukio informed him in a low whisper, "So tell me if I do something wrong."
Toshiro didn't get to answer as the first finger began to sink inside him. His ass welcomed the intrusion happily; one finger alone was easy enough for Toshiro to handle, and he found himself pushing back as Yukio pushed forward. He wanted to move on to two fingers very soon; he felt like he'd been waiting forever for this moment to finally come, despite knowing that sex hadn't even been on the table until they'd gotten caught in that rain about an hour ago.
Yukio finally withdrew the first finger, adding a second and slowly pushing back in. Two fingers took a bit more effort on Toshiro's part to remind himself to breathe and relax, and the games design student helped by peppering little kisses all over his back while he stretched and scissored gently. Soon the white haired male had become accustomed to the new intrusion and pushed back again, telling Yukio to start pumping in and out. Toshiro panted, it felt good now, really good. He managed to push himself back up onto his hands so that his butt wasn't just sitting in the air, and Yukio's free arm wrapped around his stomach for support.
Toshiro was about to ask Yukio to take it up to three fingers when the blonde suddenly changed the angle of his assault and struck over the prodigy's super sensitive prostate gland.
"Nghh," Toshiro moaned loudly, his eyes clenching shut and his back arching as he tried to push further back onto his boyfriend's fingers. A white hot wave had just crashed over his entire body and he was trembling.
"Found it," Yukio muttered, humour lingering in his voice as he pressed the area again, causing Toshiro to curse loudly.
The twenty year old pulled his fingers out of Toshiro once more, and the younger of the two struggled to regain his breath before Yukio returned with three fingers. The tri-finger stretching was much harder for Toshiro's body to handle, but Yukio had been fantastic; he'd been so gentle and considerate, whispering words of encouragement to the nineteen year old as he hissed in pain at the larger intrusion. It took a while but eventually the three long fingers were buried as deep as they could go; the young genius continued to pant as Yukio tightened his protective hold around his body. Toshiro was once again reminded of how caring his new boyfriend was; the holding, the comforting whispers, the concern over a condom, it was a level of care Toshiro hadn't experienced from a lover before.
The teal eyed boy swallowed thickly before nodding his head, hoping Yukio would see it and infer it as a sign to continue. He did, and the skilled gamer fingers began to work their magic; twisting, scissoring, and pumping in effort to stretch. Toshiro found himself moaning along in no time, thrusting his body back in order to impale himself harder on the digits. He wanted this so badly – his mind was ready and his body was almost there.
"F-fuck," Toshiro moaned loudly, his face falling flat into the mattress again as Yukio reclaimed his prostate in a single swipe.
"Soon, Babe, be patient now," Yukio chuckled, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves once again and causing the prodigy to drown his sounds of pleasure in the bed covers below him.
Patience was not Toshiro's forte, unfortunately.
"P-please, Yu-Yukio!" the prodigy gasped loudly, back arching in a way that was sure to hurt tomorrow, "I-I need you, p-please!"
Begging wasn't his style either, but Yukio was so damn hot and sexually skilled beyond anything Toshiro had encountered before, not to mention that he'd been fantasizing about this moment for weeks on end.
The white haired boy whimpered as the fingers were removed from inside him, and with a great amount of physical effort, he rolled on to his back, lifting and separating his legs; he wanted to watch his boyfriend push inside of him and he wanted to be able to kiss the blonde as they began to move together. Yukio was rolling on the condom – which was almost pointless now since Toshiro had given him a blow job without it but apparently he still insisted – and smothering his latex-clad member with lube.
Too slowly, Yukio climbed back over Toshiro and the two boys stared at each other for a minute; Toshiro was broken from his lustful thoughts, focusing entirely on the blue and green irises that were filled with care and affection. Gods, he was so lucky.
Yukio cupped Toshiro's cheek and drew their faces together quickly in a passionate kiss. Tongues swirled together immediately, and lips moved desperately. Toshiro's hands busied themselves with tracing over Yukio's gorgeous torso muscles, and his legs wrapped around the gamer's thin waist. The action caused he blonde's erection to rub against the nineteen year old's ass and the couple broke apart with a gasp.
The blonde leaned back, lining up the head of his cock with the taut entrance, and gripping Toshiro's hip bone. The two boys briefly made eye contact again before Yukio began to push in and Toshiro had to clench his eyes shut in order to relax as the large intrusion forced its way slowly through the tunnel. His boyfriend's thumb rubbed soothing circles into his hip and a soft voice reminded him to breathe. He heard Yukio grunt above him and the prodigy managed to crack open an eye to see the older boy's face set in concentration.
"You're so tight," the blonde murmured, pushing in further.
Eventually the pushing feeling stopped and Toshiro looked up to see his boyfriend buried to the hilt inside him. It was hot image, and suddenly the searing pain in his ass subsided a bit. Yukio leaned down so that his elbows and forearms were pressed into the mattress either side of Toshiro's head and the white haired boy could feel the heat radiating off his lean body.
They met in the middle for another kiss. This one was slower and sweeter, closer to the one they had shared just after Yukio had asked him to be his boyfriend. It was full of care and passion – but gentle passion, not lustful and desperate passion. It was soft and tender, and caused the prodigy's heart to melt into a puddle of goo; he was completely smitten over this blonde country boy.
"Move," Toshiro urged, pecking the boy above him softly on the cheek.
Yukio did as he was told, slowly moving in short, shallow thrusts. The initial pain wasn't as bad as Toshiro thought it would be. He wrapped his legs around Yukio's waist once again, encouraging him to continue. Yukio's strokes grew longer and harder, especially after Toshiro's first pleasure-filled groan.
The young genius' mind was wiped clear of all thought as Yukio hit his prostate dead on, arching his back upwards with a breathless moan. Electric shocks were surging through the nineteen year old's body with every thrust, his own hips now rising to meet Yukio in an irregular fashion, causing them to grunt and moan loudly into the dark bedroom.
"F-fuck, Toshi-ro," Yukio panted out strangled words, "F-feels so good."
The white haired male was worse off, unable to form the thoughts to say the words, managing only a choked "Faster."
The pace did pick up and so did the strength of Yukio's powerful thrusts. Toshiro could feel his body being pushed up the bed a few centimetres with every pound. It felt so incredible; it was unlike any sex Toshiro had ever had. Kusaka had been selfish in bed and pretty rough, and Izuru had been too timid to take any initiation, leaving Toshiro to do all the hard work himself. Yukio knew how to please a man, and that was certainly what he was doing.
Yukio's grip on his body tightened, and the tip of his cock continued to slam in Toshiro, the blonde himself unable to quell his own moans as Toshiro's muscles clenched irregularly. The teal eyed male watched in lustful fascination as the throbbing length pumped in and out of his ass, while his own member bounced against his stomach.
The white haired boy was a moaning mess – not for the first time that evening – and it was only getting more intense as Yukio took to mercilessly pounding Toshiro's prostate.
"Nghh, Y-Yuki-o," Toshiro choked, "I-I'm close."
"M-me t-too," Yukio panted.
The blonde's hand found Toshiro's arousal, and began to pump like he'd done earlier than night. This time, with the double stimulation of the hand job and the prostate-abusing, Toshiro came undone very quickly. He screamed Yukio's name, arching off the bed and erupting onto the gamer's hand. Yukio himself only managed one more deep thrust before climaxing as well, moaning Toshiro's name breathlessly.
The blonde rocked them through their orgasms, before collapsing on top of Toshiro. The white haired boy rubbed his boyfriend's sweaty back as they struggled to find their breaths and Yukio's hand threaded through his snowy hair comfortingly.
Toshiro was almost asleep again when Yukio shifted, pulling out of him and slipping off the bed. The prodigy whimpered at the loss of warmth, but the gamer wasn't away for long – he was probably ditching the messy condom (hopefully into Toshiro's little trash can). Together, they climbed under the covers and Toshiro was pleased to feel his new boyfriend pull him close and wrap his arms around him. It was so warm and tender; the nineteen year old settled his head on the blonde's still sticky chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart as Yukio's fingers traced patterns into his back.
"You know I was thinking that we'd get to the third or fourth date before we had sex," Yukio murmured softly, pressing a light kiss on Toshiro's forehead, "I figured I would ask you out officially around the third date too, but I just couldn't wait that long."
"You couldn't?" Toshiro mumbled, smiling into his boyfriend's chest.
The twenty year old's hold tightening a little, and Toshiro felt sleep beginning to overwhelm him; he just felt so safe and warm in Yukio's arms. Loved.
"Have you ever been so taken with something, that waiting between your encounters with it just seems to drag on forever?" the blonde continued, "Like you get so excited to see it again that it feels like you can't breathe?"
It sounded a lot like waiting for LethanWolf to update her latest fan fiction story, but Toshiro figured that's not what Yukio meant.
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^^^ I had to ;)
(I need the next Youtubefully Yours chapter now please XD)
Please let me know what you think, Chooks xx