It was difficult enough to fight control with the millions of things that he was doing, but now he had to contend with the sexual pleasures shooting up through his manhood and up to spread out amongst his body. He halted for a moment, unsure if he could do all that he had set out to, but shook his head as he grew somewhat accustomed to the sensations.
More and more, he took in until his lips pressed against unmoveable skin. Natsume's cock had not looked so big when Shuuichi had been staring at it, but it definitely felt bigger. He ran his tongue along the staff, massaging it with the back of his throat as he did so, forcing himself to relax in order not to gag on it.
At the same time, he pushed his cock even further toward the amazing tongue, needing the other's mouth to take all of him in. Will he be able to? I shouldn't expect him to take so much of me... Shuuichi spared a thought for his friend's situation, but the curse was clouding his mind more. It almost didn't matter to him, just the lustful pleasure.
His hand rest on Natsume's chest, feeling it lift up and then fall back down to repeat the motion again. It was so calming. The fingers played around about the abs, running along the crevices that the abs created in the skin. What I wouldn't give to make him mine...
Shuuichi's eyes widened and blushed deep red. He was glad that his mind was something Natsume couldn't read. What an embarrassing thought.
This curse is taking me too far... or is it the curse? What is... me?
He began to bob his head, back and then forward again to push his lips against Natsume's skin. It was a repeated motion, like most of what sex actually was.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
Time was fading for his self-control. He had to hurry and prepare his friend, using the scissor method to make the hole even more large. It's have to take his cock, and even though he'd like to think that he was bigger than most men, he had to be sure. For Natsume's sake. He wouldn't be able to help Natsume any other way.
Natsume took in as much as he could, face flushed a crimson red as he felt more and more of Shuuichi was lowered into his mouth, the young boy completely unsed to this. He felt that Shuuichi was too big, and it made him...worry about how it was going to be like to take all that up the ass. Shuuichi had looked big toe begin with but now...Natsume was certain that he would chock on the man's length.
At the same time, that sense of pleasure, of sucking on Shuuichi, was also mixed with the slight pain and discomfort of the man's fingers in him, trying to widen his hole and make it big enough for the final event. It was almost ironic, wasn't it? The man that Natsume really had a deep affection for...was doing something out of a wet dream to Natsume...and it was all because of a curse. It was something Natsume really wanted...
...But after this, Natsume knew that the actor would probably never do anything like this again. That's what made this scene very bittersweet for Natsume, the fact that he'd never do this again.
Up and down. Up and down.
Shuuichi's head bobbed in that same motion for a little while. It took so much of his concentration that he almost had to stop doing certain things to Natsume that he would have liked to do collectively. He had never been so aware of his duties for the teen.
He had to keep his teeth from grazing the sensitive organ, run his tongue along the bottom more often than anywhere else on the staff, hum softly as if he were vibrating, the movement of his head had to stay a steady beat, and then, of course, Shuuichi was preparing his young friend for the final blow, fighting back the curse's wishes to have him do it regardless. It was just one huge mess that, ironically, the elder didn't mind doing so much.
Maybe it was about his being older that caused him to voice his thoughts and found that it was much more difficult with his mouth filled with a certain male's manhood pushing down his throat. He wanted to reassure Natsume that he'd be gentle, to calm the boy's fears. He wanted to, perhaps, tease him further about how sensitive he was or how easy it had been to turn him on. Yet, he waited in silence, continuing to suck and scissor and touch his captive's body.
I must know if this is the curse! Gah! I wish to hurry, but Natsume must be prepared!
It was almost time as he noted that Natsume's hole had stretched out quite a bit and assumed that he might be able to enter about this point.
He had to pull out too. Natsume's tongue felt too good on his cock, if he didn't pull out now, he'd come before the fun part.
The elder grinned, pulling his mouth from around the manhood and gasping quietly. At the same time, he began to remove his cock from the moist mouth. "Ah, that was a nice meal." He pulled out completely, moving to even stand up, getting one last bird's eye view of what his bound Natsume looked like.
"Time to return the favor."
Natsume almost let out a whine as he felt the man's mouth leave his length, along with the cock leaving his own mouth, leaving Natsume panting,, saliva now coating his cock along with Shuuichi's. He was taking in deep breathes, trying to regain air back into his lungs. His breathing barely returned to normal whenever he felt the paper over his mouth again, immediately silencing all the things he wanted to say to Shuuichi at that moment. And perhaps it was for the better.
'This is just a curse,' Natsume told himself, 'he's just doing this because he can't resist it. ' His thoughts became bitter for an instant, bitter at the realization that Shuuichi was going to put this behind him as much as he could and would expect Natsume to do the same. It was almost heartbreaking in itself that the curse brought about these emotions into the light, but there didn't seem to be a way for Natsume to express them at all.
He stared up at Shuuichi, not bothering to say anything from behind the paper that would no doubt muffle anything he'd say to a point where the exorcist/actor wouldn't even understand him. Natsume's face was flushed darkly, knowing that this was the final stage: Shuuichi was moving onto the final stage of this event.
It was difficult, being the one on top, in charge. There his captive lay, bound, gagged, and utterly helpless, but Shuuichi knew that once the curse was over, he'd have to release him. His psychotic passionate lust would mean nothing to Natsume after they had finally come. He was sure that his mind was playing tricks on him, telling him that there might be some possible feelings or emotions that stayed after, but he found himself believing them whole heartedly.
Shuuichi also found that he had been so wrapped up in what he was doing to the other, making sure that they both enjoyed the circumstances, that he hadn't realized that his body temperature had spiked high. Natsume's body had been so warm and welcoming, inside and out. He watched, with cock dripping with saliva and his lips dry, as paper covered the mouth he wished was his, once more. In a way it could be... but it wasn't.
Quickly shaking himself free of his thoughts and eager to get back into the heated passion, the elder moved to rest on his knees. In seconds, his simple amount of will allowed the paper that had been binding Natsume's feet to shoot off and flutter about the room like an injured bird before making contact with the wall and falling, crumpling there.
"Here." He reached out and forced Natsume to sit up, then moved him into a similar position. Now that he had the teen on his knees, he pushed him forward so that his butt was high in the air and his chest was pressed against the carpet. With the amazing rump of the teen in his sights, Shuuichi couldn't help but stroke it. His hand groped at the buttock, slapping it softly with an interested grin.
How much he would love to hear the child's moans would take mere seconds for one to realize. If they weren't in a house that he didn't own and there could be someone returning at any moment, he'd let Natsume's cries be heard. Yet, muffled screams might just be as entertaining.
"Prepare yourself, Natsume. This is going to be..." His voice trailed off as he checked the other's asshole. Even he was unsure about how it would be. The women that he had done this to in the past had all enjoyed what had happened, but Natsume wasn't a woman. At least, not in body.
A low pleased moan escaped Shuuichi as he slowly entered his cock into Natsume's waiting rump. Pushing in his whole length before beginning to pull out and repeat the movement, Shuuichi closed his eyes, licking his lips hungrily.
"Fuck..."
The further they went, the more nervous that Natsume again, he supposed that this was the same way with everyone during their first time...though everyone else's "first time" didn't happen because of a curse that a youkai laid upon you while you were asleep that made everyone of the same gender lust after you...wait. Natsume's eyes narrowed in slight thought as he wondered something.
Why was everyone who was trying to molest him a MAN? Was this spirit one who lusted after men? Or was it just another part of it's sick joke?
He felt himself propped up onto his knees before bent over, his rear exposed to the actor/exorcist and to anyone else who might've been in the room (thankfully, no one. ) He gasped as Shuuichi stroked it, his body shivering at that slight touch in a strange sensation of pleasure, his face flushed as he was sure he knew what was going to happen next.
Perhaps this would never happen again. Perhaps Natsume would nexer express his true feelings to Shuuichi...or perhaps he would and Shuuichi would decline it, ruining their friendship anyways...all of them were scary, and not once did Natsume believe that Shuuichi would indulge in a perverted situation like this he would try to enjoy this the best he could, no matter the outcome.
His eyes widened as he felt the man's cock slowly push into him, his breath hitching initially at the feeling as he tensed up.D-Damn...Shuuichi felt too big! Natsume let out a pained gasp, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt Shuuichi push in all the way, clenching and grinding his teeth as he tried to get used to the feeling of another man in him.
He continued to enter his captive slowly, not wishing to cause him to hurt any more than he already would be. Shuuichi moaned as he felt how tight it was inside of Natsume's ass, trying to get the words out to tell him to relax, but unable to. Just because he had complete control over Natsume's physical form didn't mean that he had any right to twist his thoughts any further.
Small droplets of blood feel from the boy's asshole when Shuuichi pulled out. It was a usual reaction. The ass was never meant to have a cock shoved inside it, or to harbor any sort of object inside, it just wasn't made that way. If there hadn't been a little blood from the intrusion, the elder might have been concerned about what Natsume's activities consisted of. In any case, there was an extreme pleasure that lay inside the heated rump, for both of them.
Once he had begun to get used to the intense heat around his manhood, Shuuichi began to move a little faster each time he entered and came back out. Even if he had wanted to keep the pace slow and easy, there was no way that the curse would allow him such control over his mind.
"I have to fuck him deeper... faster... now" always seemed to enter his mind, to which he tightened his grip on the teen's thighs and pushed in a little harder and deeper. This was followed by a resounding growl, "Ruining the fun so soon would only be a waste..."
"Gah, Natsume!" His cock had gone in very far, his base even inside. "Y-you have to relax..." It hurt. Shuuichi might have taken it as retribution for doing the dirty deed of kidnapping and fucking a helpless teenager, but it had grown to be much more rough than he had expected. Maybe it was because women didn't have such strong muscles in their asses.
Natsume gasped in pain as he felt the man enter him, wincing as he felt the man pushing into him, causing some blood to spill from this first intrusion. He was tense and he couldn't help but tense up even more as he felt the man penetrating him over and over, feeling the two bodies rocking a bit with each and every thrust.
He heard Shuuichi tell him that he had to relax as he continued to fuck the younger boy. It was hard...but Natsume had to do it...both for him and for the sake of Shuuichi's...manhood. He blushed darkly, closing his eyes as he tried to relax, a few minutes going on before he felt himself starting to relaxed, the feeling becoming almost...good. He felt sharp pleasure suddenly running through his form, his eyes widening as he felt the new sensation that completely dazed all of his senses and clouded his mind even further.
This felt...amazing! He felt another sharp wave of pleasure shock through him, causing him to cry out from behind the paper, coming out as a loud, muffled cry, his eyes widening as he felt his breath quickening, his skin heating up even more as he felt himself...wanting more. Faster and deeper.,
In. In. In. In.
It was like there was a marathon and Shuuichi was out to win the prize. Someway, they had become connected, if only for those few minutes. Body and soul. While Natsume made feeble sounds from behind the paper, it meant nothing.
Shuuichi knew what the teen wanted from his body alone. Even with the curse in play and Shuuichi's hands gripped tight around the captive's ass, the way Natsume moved his ass up into the cock willingly, the way his chest fell and rose in quick steady succession. That was the true reason that he could dive into him.
"Natsume... I'm going in deeper." There was little point in speaking it, but Shuuichi had to control his body some how. If he let caution go to the wind, he'd hurt Natsume physically, perhaps even beyond repaid. His own words kept him in check, telling him not to get into it too much. The point was to remove the tattoos on the boy's body. He was helping the other.
God, this feels too good. I'm not helping him... this feeling I'm getting can't mean that. Damn this curse! Until he's completely free of it, I can't be sure...
He shoved himself in all the way, his shaft completely surrounded by the luscious ass. It felt amazing. Every nerve seemed to shoot up from his cock and flow throughout his entire body. His back arched as he flung his head back, closing his eyes in the pleasure.
His cock twitched, signalling the end. Shuuichi couldn't let that happen just yet. No... let me hold on to this longer.
Even with the exorcist's warning, Natsume wasn't prepared as the man pushed himself deeper intot he teen, the boy's eyes widening, back arching, letting out a loud cry of that was a mixed blend of pain, pleasure, want and disgust. There were no words that could describe how good it felt for the teen, nothing except for the pleasured scream that was partially muted by the paper covering his mouth.
He was right, Shuuichi really was big. And the feelings, the sensations of pain and pleasure that engulfed Natsume's body as he shoved himself all the way in, it was nearly too intense, too much for the boy to handle, closing his eyes as his breathing began to turn into short, quick gasps, his body feeling like it burning up, sweat covering his skin now, his heart racing and adrenaline pumping through him, his body starting to tremble with pleasure, as he grew close to his climax.
He could never understand why some people seemed to want, horribly crave, even need sex. After this experience though, he understood it whole-heartedly. If this was how sex truly felt like, then he understood why it was that people seemed to crave it. For it being his first time, this was an amazing experience, one that he'd never forget. His only regret about it was that it was because of a stupid curse, and that in the end it'd probably end up being a one-night stand.
He couldn't help but wonder how many of them Shuuichi had had with women, how many one night stands he had in his career as an actor, wondered if he ever had any with men...and he felt a sense of jealousy and sorrow bubbling up within him as he realized that he was probably one of them and the exorcist would move on to many more women.
It was finally nearing the end, to the actor's displeasure. Shuuichi realized all to soon that he couldn't keep this sexual experience going on much longer. After all, with Natsume and him so close to climaxing and with Natsume's guardians coming home at any second, it shouldn't last much longer. At least, if he didn't want to get charged for raping a poor teenage highschool student.
Both of their bodies were drenched in sweat and Shuuichi, in particular, was only turned on more by the deep pants blocked behind the paper and the wet ass he was now plowing into like a fat kid on cake. The feeling was too much to give up.
What I wouldn't give to have Natsume every day... just digging into his ass like this over and over.
"I'm... coming..." Shuuichi closed his eyes as he moved his hips faster, balancing out the sudden cunvulsions as he spewed his seed inside the boy. "Ah..."
Natsume, you'll never forgive me for this. I wouldn't forgive me.
Slowly, he pulled himself out and fell onto Natsume's hot body. He refrained from hugging him, from touching him more than that in case Natsume took it as another attempt to fuck him senseless. "There... two petals are gone." Shuuichi wanted to touch the kid's skin, run his fingers over the tattoos, but he couldn't.
And finally, it was over. The teenage boy, who had never felt such pleasure or desire in so many different ways and levels let out a loud cry behind the paper that held him bound and gagged. Every muscle in his body tensed, from his toes curling to his back arching and his eyelids pressing against each other tightly, he felt the pleasure explode in him, peaking to a high point that left his mind dazed and confused, nothing able to penetrate the feelings of pleasure from within, not only because of the actor screwing him, but also because it was the actor that was screwing him.
And then it was over. All too quick it seemed, the man was out of him, Natsume's seed on his stomach with the man's in his ass. The pleasure had subsided, but it left behind a lingering, tingling sensation that felt very nice. His heart was pounding, his body felt like it was on fire, he was sweating and he felt exhausted...these were all the sensations he was barely noticing as the pleasure died away and the deed was done. And now the actor would probably leave. And he would probably go on to screw other people and forget this ever happened. Now that the pleasure was gone, disappointment could finally settle in.
He listened absent-mindedly as the man said that two petals had disappeared. That was good at least. It was one step closer to getting rid of this curse. He didn't say anything though, he just took in deep breathes, sure that even if he had said anything, the paper gag would just turn it all into gibberish that he wouldn't be able to repeat, even if the exorcist had asked him too. There was simply nothing more he could do.