Usagi ghosted his palm across Misaki's lower stomach, in the dip between his slender hips. He used the tips of his fingernails to brush the slight bumps were Misaki's abs were, and down from his ribs to his belt, causing goose bumps to rise along the back of Misaki's neck. He almost didn't want usagi to stop, the sensations were causing his gut to jump delightfully, and his crotch was tightening even more than he thought was possible. His pants were now becoming painful, his cock straining against the fabric.

"Usagi." he whispered fervently. "Please..." His lover teasingly palmed the bulge in his pants, the heat of his hand causing Misaki to make a choked noise in the back of his throat. "Nnn...ah.."

The author paused a moment to admire the sight below him. Because the only light source was the moon outside the windows, half of Misaki's body was illuminated in the silver glow, the shadows where his hips rose out of his skin and his hair fell across his face left those areas in darkness indiscernible against the obscurity of the sheets.

Nonetheless, the flaming blush across Misaki's cheekbones (and the noticeable prominence in his pants) showed how aroused he was.

"Misaki," Usagi murmured. "Nnn...Misaki." He bent his head and used the flat of his tongue across his lover's nipple, over and over, then put his mouth over it and sucked.

"Mm! Ah!" The teenager bucked a little bit at the hot wetness against his body, and every time Usagi sucked it felt like electricity went up his back and neck. Usagi sat up for a second to readjust his position, pulling his mouth away from the pert bumps on Misaki's chest. Misaki made a quiet whining noise, but it suddenly it leapt several notes as Usagi gently settled his weight over Misaki's hard-on, bracing most of his weight on his knees on either side of Misaki's thighs.

Satisfied that they would both get pleasure from this, he went back to sucking on Misaki's chest and this time used his other hand to play with the opposite nipple. Slo-owly, provokingly, he thrust upwards, making their erections grind together through their pants.

"Aaaah! Ahh! N-nyaa! Ah!" The teenager's cries built higher and higher in pitch, in time with each grinding thrust and suck. The hot, erotic pleasure was making his body writhe, he couldn't stop the embarrassing noises coming from his mouth, and he could feel his climax amplifying in the base of stomach. He couldn't control his body and longer and started to thrust blindly against Usagi's fluid weight, building the pleasure even higher. Even Usagi was gasping with each pitch, breathing hotly against Misaki's neck. Finally, in a burst of white-hot fervor, Misaki came, hard. He cried out, taking care at the last second to keep his voice down. He squeezed his eyes shut as the hot, sticky wetness spread through his boxers. Suddenly, he was too embarrassed to look Usagi in the eyes. He...he hadn't been premature, right?

"Mi-sa-ki," Usagi whispered warmly. "Open your eyes." He had stopped thrusting and again braced his weight on his elbows, directly above Misaki's face. Their crotches were pressed tightly against one another, he made sure. He could feel the wetness of Misaki's pants through his own, though his own member was still rigid and unattended.

"U-usagi-san." Misaki breathed. "S..sorry.."

"What for?"

"Was….was that too...early?"

Usagi smiled, warmth filling his heart with love for the smaller man. "Of course not." he breathed back, in a lascivious sort of growl. "But I'm going to make you come again and again."

With that, he deftly sat up again and removed Misaki's belt, pulling it out with a hiss through the teenager's dress pants' belt loops. He considered it for a moment while winding it around his wrist, deliberately taking his time as Misaki's breathing returned to normal. For a wild second, he contemplated snapping Misaki's exposed hip with the end, but pushed the thought aside.

'That can come later,' he said to himself.

He tossed the belt to the floor beside the bed and started to unzip Misaki's pants when the younger man surprised him by reaching up and tugging at his shirt.

"Take this off, too." Misaki said, avoiding the author's bemused grin.

"Whatever you say, master." He replied obediently, pulling it over the top of his head. "M-master?!" Misaki protested.

"Oh, come off it." Usagi said, attacking Misaki's zipper once again. "You'll be calling me master by tonight's end." He pulled the teenager's pants off, with some assisted help, and stared lustfully at the plaid-patterned boxers underneath. Already, a half-masted bulge stood waiting. Usagi growled, bundled up the pants, and tossed them over his shoulder, mentally reminding himself to get them dry cleaned later. He looked up at Misaki, who was watching him with a barley hidden lustful expression.

Usagi leaned over and shared a lingering, loving kiss, then trailed his lips down Misaki's whole body to his boxers. Through the soft cotton, Usagi mouthed the teenager's cock, using his tongue to draw circles on the rapidly hardening length. He couldn't wait any longer. Using his palms, he put his hands on the back of Misaki's hips and rolled the now constricting cloth off his body. He licked his lips in animalistic anticipation.

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What do you think? Ahaha this is my first lemon. (and it's not even done yet!)

Sorry for not updating as much as I would have liked to, I just didn't have the motivation to continue for a while.

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