Chapter 7
After finishing their slice of cake, Kirishima stacked up the plates and cleared the four empty cans of beers in a hurried manner, while Yokozawa stood up to keep the cake in the box into the fridge.
Hiyori could have them tomorrow when she got back. Yokozawa thought as he closed the fridge door.
"Yokozawa…" Kirishima's voice called out from behind.
"Hmn?—Ngh!" He responded at the call of his name, only to see a dark shadow in front of his vision, and his mouth was sealed the next moment. He reflexively wanted to push the man away from his personal space but as the kiss turned gentler and his hands interlocked with Kirishima's, he relaxed and let Kirishima lead the way.
"Damn…" Kirishima broke away from the kiss bitterly, and without giving any signals, he grabbed Yokozawa and pushed him into his room straight away.
"W-Woah!" Yokozawa exclaimed when Kirishima pushed him down onto the bed roughly.
"W-Wait a minute!" He persuaded when Kirishima, already removed his shirt, climbed up the bed, sitting on top of him, his hands caressing his body.
"Can't wait anymore," He leaned in to give his lover a tight hug, whispering into his ears. "We've waited long enough today, haven't we?"
"Wa—Ngh!" His mouth glued with Kirishima's once again. He could feel the eagerness of Kirishima's from the quick and impatient rhythm in his kiss as he thrust in his tongue, suckling onto his almost immediately before their lips even met, sapping and tasting every inch of the inner wall in his mouth.
"Haa…" Yokozawa huffed when Kirishima pulled away from the kiss, moving to kiss his cheeks, and then to side of the neck.
"Can I leave marks on your neck?" Kirishima panted, licking at the spot that he just gave a kiss, giving it a bite.
"Ngh!" Yokozawa trembled, gritting his teeth and warned fiercely. "Don't you dare to—!"
"Okay…" Upon hearing the answer, Kirishima slipped his hands under Yokozawa's shirt, lifting the shirt up, revealing the majority of his chest as Kirishima fondled the left nub on his chest while licking another seductively.
"Don't—Ow!" He inhaled sharply when Kirishima squeezed it with his lips, nibbling around his nipples. He could sense that his temperature getting hotter as his heart worked faster, resulting in his blood rushing upwards to his head, as well as somewhere below his groin area, heating up his whole body, making his breathing hay wired. "I'm not a woman…!"
"I know," Kirishima snickered, staring at Yokozawa with a pair of suggestive eyes; meanwhile he slid his index finger down Yokozawa's abdomen lewdly, sending a tickling sensation down Yokozawa spine before slipping his fingers into his pants to caress the part that was already starting to harden. "See? Here's already…"
"Ngh! Don't—!" His lower body clenched involuntarily at the touch of Kirishima's finger which wrapped around his already erected members, sliding up and downward along the taut shaft, sending a pleasant sensation all the way to his mind.
"Ah…!" The pleasure derived from Kirishima's hand intensified gradually, causing him to let out a soft moan in the process. He gritted his teeth, trying to stop the embarrassing moans from coming out from his throat, but was eventually in vain when a finger rubbed itself on the tip of his crown.
"Feeling good?" Kirishima bent lower, a satisfied grin pasted on his face as he watches the man below trying to hold back his emotions.
"Don't… ask…" Yokozawa's face turned red at the question, embarrassed and irritated. Breathlessly, he managed to squeeze out two words while forcing back another moan in his throat, mouth slightly apart, gasping for air to compensate for the lack of oxygen in his body. His eyes flung opened to look at the man above him.
With the aid of the moonlight, he was able to see the face of Kirishima's face clearer in the dark. It's probably the first time he had ever paid proper attention to Kirishima's face, noticing how long and thick his eyes lashes were, how high his nose bridge was and… His gaze fixed on the glistening lips in front of him, wondering how attractive they were and how he suddenly have the urge to kiss them. While thinking, he unknowingly reached out his hands to Kirishima's cheeks, brushing his thumb finger across the luring lips in front of him.
His hand was being grabbed by another big hand. Kirishima moved the hand on his face away slightly. "Are you seducing me?" He leered, his moist tongue licking the fingers in a seductive manner.
"…" Yokozawa didn't answer directly but instead, he clenched his abdominal muscles to prop himself up while grabbing Kirishima's neck, jerking him nearer and pressed the tip of his tongue at Kirishima's lips, giving it a lick. He must have been under the influence of alcohol to do this, he thought to himself.
"Ngh…Ah-Ah…!" Before Yokozawa could back away, Kirishima's free hand slid behind his waist and lifted up the shirt to shoulder level before giving a nudge to Yokozawa, signaling him to take off his shirt and resumed the passionate kiss when he threw the shirt away, his hands still pleasuring Yokozawa.
A popping sound was then heard as Kirishima broke away from the kiss, his moist lips sandwiching a pink tube that was opened horizontally, pouring out the content on his index finger, dripping a few drops onto Yokozawa's thigh. He threw aside the tube and inserted his finger gently into the anal cavity, pressing gently on the inner walls.
"Ngh…Ah…!" Yokozawa hummed, his eyebrows knitted together at the entrance of Kirishima's finger, but soon distracted from the sheer pleasure coming from his erection as Kirishima increased in his holding strength. Even though they had done it for quite a number of times, but the beginning always made him felt uncomfortable, feeling a little awkward and painful every time he fingered him and it took him a while to get used to his presence within him.
Kirishima paused and applied lubricant to the next finger before inserting them in one by one, gliding along the inner walls lightly, teasing.
"Hurry…the fuck…up…" Yokozawa clenched his teethes, irritation and frustration stirring up in him, making him feeling pissed off, as he glared at the man above grinning as he watched him turning irritated.
"Why?" Kirishima snickered as he put in another finger. "Can't wait?"
"Sh-Shut up!" He retorted back in embarrassment. Why was he the only one being touched? No way would he want to be the first one to jerk off. That would be…humiliating.
"Let me…" With a sudden determination, he mumbled and contracted his stomach muscles and turned the table around, with Kirishima now at the bottom.
"—?!" Kirishima was quite surprised when the man launched his attack.
Yokozawa groped Kirishima; his hands stretched into Kirishima's pant, only to find that it was already taut and hard, slicking wet with precum.
"Wow," Kirishima whistled, a lascivious grin appeared on his face. "I never thought that one day I would be pushed down by you."
"S-Shut up." Yokozawa ordered, his hand working on, sliding and pressing on the crown of Kirishima's.
"Ah…!" This time, it was Kirishima that was moaning in pleasure as Yokozawa's fingers tightened their grip.
Yokozawa surveyed the man below him, contented and satisfied with the reaction he was presenting.
"Ngh…" Kirishima, with his hand still on Yokozawa's, sat up adjusting himself as he brushed his erected member with Yokozawa's.
"Now this is more like it." He smirked, pressing on the crown of Yokozawa's, leaping in for a kiss.
The temperature elevates quickly, with huffing and panting sound along with the creaking sound of the bed echoing in the bedroom.
"Damn…" Kirishima huffed. "I am at my limits already…"
Having said that, Kirishima jerked Yokozawa by the neck and switched back to their original position, with Yokozawa at the bottom facing him as he eagerly spread opened his legs.
"Ngh—!" Yokozawa inhaled sharply, muscles clenched tightly when Kirishima's slid in, occupying the narrow space inside him.
"So tight…" Kirishima adjusted himself while waiting for Yokozawa to get used to it, his hands coated with a thin layer of precum continued to caress Yokozawa's, causing it to swell further.
Yokozawa wrapped his arms around the neck of Kirishima; his teethes clenched, attempting to stop the moans from escaping. "Just… hurry—Ngh—Ah! AH!"
Kirishima, whose smirk and all signs of teasing had vanished from his face, leaving only a painful yet enjoying expression on his face as he began to work on penetrating into the deepest depth of Yokozawa, with every intense thrust and speed as if he wanted to stuff Yokozawa into his body.
"Ah…Ah!" Yokozawa felt more embarrassed in this position whereby Kirishima could read his facial expression while they were doing, but soon his mind went black as the thrust and pleasure got stronger, unable to process anything other than just drowning himself in the pool of pleasure.
"Ta…Taka…Fu…Fumi…" Kirishima chanted, panting as he pronounced the first name of his lover's at his ear, huffing all his warm expiratory breath into Yokozawa's ear canal, sticking out his tongue, sliding along the ear's inner walls, sending a waves of impulses from the ears to Yokozawa, causing him to shiver at the wet and warm sensation.
His first name… Yokozawa clutched onto the back of Kirishima's tightly, his whole body shaking involuntary. His fingers dung into Kirishima's skin, leaving red marks on his back. He could feel the throbbing pulse of his swollen member synchronizing with the hot and hard penis within him, beating at almost the same rhythm with his anal muscles contractions, along with the increasing numbness below his hip area.
"AH!"
"I…love you…Ta…kafu…mi…AH!" With labored breathing, Kirishima whispered while he retreated himself nearly fully away within Yokozawa, and shoved it in one last time before both their bodies began to jolt as they peaked, droplets of white fluids spotting onto the bed and majority of Yokozawa's lower abdomen, as well as the inner cavity, which streams of semen already dripping out from the anus from the side, dirtying the bedsheet beneath it.
"Why…didn't you…use…!" Yokozawa panted, his eyes scanning at the mess around them. Now they have more things to clear up—and fuck, he came inside him!
"Sorry, I forgot." Kirishima apologized flatly, the nonchalant tone in his voice indicating that he wasn't sorry at all.
"Since we have to clear up…" Unknowingly since when he obtained another pink tube of lubricant, Kirishima gave Yokozawa a grin with his eyes closed. "How about we do it again?"
"Ha? Screw you! You can just fuck yourself and go to hell! What the fuc—!" Yokozawa rolled his eyes at Kirishima's ridiculous suggestions, barking loudly at him before he saw Kirishima already began to lubricate his fingers with the baby oil in the pink tube, all ready for the next round, his brown eyes staring down right at him while he coated the oil on his finger, as if he was an appealing meal laid out in front of him.
Yokozawa also felt something within him starting to swell and harden, giving him a warm sensation. "O-Oi! I refused—! Hey—Ngh… are you…ah…even listening…?!"
"Yes~ I heard you— But like I say, I need your participation with my exercise workout, so—" Kirishima held down the resisting hands and locked them on top of Yokozawa's head, the usual playful and irritating looking smirk and leer expression was back to their position on Kirishima's face. "Shall we start all over from warming up again?"
"FUZAKERU NA!" Yokozawa glared fiercely, wiggling his body to get away from Kirishima, but only served to arouse Kirishima more, as Yokozawa's muscle walls scraped against the shaft of Kirishima's inside of him, causing it to swell further, scorching the skin around that area.
"Seriously, you're just so…" Kirishima sighed, lowering his head as if he was facing a serious setback situation, before he started nudging Yokozawa's lower hip area. "So fucking cute that I can't hold back anymore…!"
"Ha? You aren't holding back from the start! O-Oi—Ngh… Haa…Ah…!" Kirishima filtered away the words said by Yokozawa, ignoring his protests and forced a kiss on him, while the rest of his body worked their way in preparation for their next climax.
Looks like they were definitely staying awake the whole night whether Yokozawa wanted it or not.
*'Fuzakeru na' means something like 'stop being stupid'.
Well I hope I didn't disappoint you all! :)