How Could You Bring Me So Much Pleasure. Cause me so much pain.
Although Shuichi wanted nothing more than to run away, he couldn't help but stop when he heard Yuki calling him. He blamed it on the alcohol clouding his good judgement. When he didn't turn to face him, Yuki stepped infront of him.
His hands cupped Shuichis cheeks, and he forced him to look up into his eyes.
"Stay here tonight."
"I can't .." Yukis fingers slid ever so gently down his neck, then over his chest. Shuichis mind went blank when he felt one of those hands now making its way up his shirt. "P-please, don't .."
As if the fingers roaming his abs weren't enough of a distraction, he soon found himself tangled in a passion filled, hungry liplock.
He remained at war with himself until all rational thought was thrown out the window. When he snapped himself out of his daze, he was once again pinned between Yuki and a wall. And now, Yukis hands were working at his belt buckle.
They were snapped back into reality with a loud 'ding' from the elevator, and Yuki wasted no time pulling his former lover back into his apartment, and once inside their lips were crushed together once again.
Yukis hands quickly worked to remove Shuichis shirt, and as soon as he was able, it was tossed across the room. He was surprised to see how much Shuichi had toned up in the years they were seperated. The urge to touch every part of him took over, and he slid his thin fingers over Shuichis fit stomach.
His fingers moved up over his body once again, then stopped to tangle themselves in Shuichis long, wild hair. He liked the fact that he had let it grow out again, and showed his approval by pulling at it. Shuichis head tilted back, and all Yuki could do was look into his eyes.
Seemed like he had been dreaming of this moment since the day Shuichi left. Of course he would never admit that. He leaned in giving the mans lips a more passionate, loving kiss.
Yuki broke the kiss and his lips began to wonder. Slowly they made their way down his neck, kissing, sucking, and even biting. Each action gained a pleasure filled moan of approval from Shuichi.
His lips moved down his chest, then over his stomach to the rock hard abs his hands hand been admiring a few moments earlier.
"Yuki .." Again, Yukis hands were working at Shuichis belt. "We should stop-" While his mouth was still paying special attention to his stomach, a hand slid from his thigh to the buldge that had formed beneath his jeans, causing Shuichi to let loose another helpless moan.
"Oh god, Yuki .." Yukis lips turned up in a smile. He could feel Shuichis body trembeling beneath his. It made the need for him grow and quicken his pace. He unbutton and unzipped his jeans, practically ripping them off and tossing them aside.
Now all that seperated him from what he wanted was a pair of deep red, cotton boxers. His fingers slid beneath the elastic, but Shuichi caught his hands before he could remove them.
"Please stop, Yuki." His head fell back as Yukis warm lips traced a trail from his knee up along his thigh.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Another soft kiss. "That's not what your body is telling me." Once again their eyes met and Shuichis filled to the brink with tears.
This is what he wanted to avoid. This is the reason he left Japan in the first place. Yuki had complete and total control of him. He wasn't able to hate him anymore. He wanted to push him away, he wanted to run, but his body wouldn't listen. He knew what was going to happen was more than just wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He was completely lost in the ectasy. Yuki was like a drug, and he couldn't help but be addicted.
Well? That's what happens when I'm working 12 hour shifts all alone and I don't have anything to do but read kinky Cosmo stories! This is (and the next chapter) will be my first boy x boy doin the nasty scenes, So be kind.