A/N: HEYYYY LOOK UP HERE!
Now that I have your attention, I have changed the rating to incorporate this chapter. There is sex. If you don't like that, don't read it. I don't want any flames, or mean criticism. It was my first time writing smut, and there's always a first for everything. I don't think it's that detailed but still, if you don't like reading smut, don't read it.
Mahiro cuddled against the red-haired man as Ryouta held the brunet around the waist. They sat together on the couch, each watching the movie with interested eyes. Mahiro was the first to lose interest, turning to the other man and nibbling his neck with small bites.
Ryouta squirmed, grunting softly as he turned his attention to the brunet in his arms. Mahiro was driving him wild with teeth like that, it would only be a matter of time before the movie was abandoned and he would be watching something else.
Mahiro smirked, reaching up to tease the older man's earlobe, tugging it to elicit a groan.
"Shit, bed now." Ryouta flushed at how needy he sounded, and let himself be dragged into the room by Mahiro.
Ryouta groaned, pupils dilating in lust as he watched the younger man strip himself of his clothes. The orange glow from the bedside table cast over the curvature of Mahiro's body, highlighting his waist and the muscles along his spine and back. His hair glowed an auburn tint, and his eyes were like burnt amber that the red-haired man couldn't resist.
Ryouta moved behind the other man, wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace. He nibbled along the back of Mahiro's spine, tasting the salty skin as he heatedly pressed his tongue against the brunet's shoulder blade. He heard the younger groan, before his tongue continued downward, sweeping across the small of his lover's back.
"Ryouta," Mahiro breathed, tangling his fingers in the red hair atop the other's head as he turned, bending down to press their lips and tongues together in a flurry of passion and excitement. The iron bed frame rocked against the wall as they fell onto the mattress, still exploring each other's mouths with fervor.
Mahiro was the first to make a move, reaching between the two of them and gripping the base of Ryouta's erection with a firm squeeze. He relished in the man's gasps as he pumped the organ slowly, using his other hand to hold himself above Ryouta. He sucked the skin of his lover's collarbone until it bruised, marking the man as his own.
"Ryouta," He murmured into the other's skin, hand still pumping the heated flesh between them. "I need you."
Ryouta's groan echoed throughout the room as he flipped them quickly, pressing scorching, fluttery kisses to the brunet's jaw while his hand dipped into a drawer to find the lube.
When he did, he instantly coated his fingers, reaching down to slide one into Mahiro's puckered entrance. The heat close to unbearable, the tight canal clenching around his one finger. He wanted in, but he knew that if he didn't take the time to properly prepare his lover, the brunet could feel more pain than pleasure from his thrusts.
"Ryouta." Mahiro whispered against his face, and the man leaned down to connect their lips, muffling any groans the brunet gave as he inserted a second finger. He could feel Mahiro tense, and he just shushed him, telling him to relax, as he began to move his fingers, searching for his lover's sweet spot that would give the man a white flash of pleasure.
When he found it, the red-haired man pressed it lightly, rubbing over the almond-shaped gland and watching as the brunet's back arched from the bed, letting loose a passionate cry of pleasure.
Mahiro spread his legs wider, looking up at his lover with a tantalizing gaze that made the man's heart pound harder against his rib cage. His hands found the man's hips, gripping them tight enough to bruise the toned skin as he pushed the tip of his lubricated cock into the puckered hole.
They stayed flush together, Ryouta locking his brunet's legs around his waist and kissing the crimson cheeks of his lover. In the lamplight, the toned body and boyish face beneath him looked delectable, and he pecked the brunet once more, pulling out slowly, then snapping his hips back into the man.
The bed rocked with the force of his thrusts, the tightness and heat of his lover ebbing away at his resolve until it broke, moaning as he flooded the younger man with white liquid. Mahiro followed his lover's lead, pulling on his own erection, and screaming as his own milky fluids shot onto his chest.
They lay together afterwards, basking in the afterglow of sex, and whispering quiet admirations as they each exchanged soft smiles and kisses.
"No! No, just stop!" Katsuo yelled, and Daichi wept softly.
"It's not my fault!" He whimpered. "I just can't get him up!" Katsuo massaged his forehead tiredly. If he had known showing this kid how to do these things would be so difficult, then he wouldn't have tried.
"Move, I'll do it for you." Katsuo growled, hovering over the other boy. But Daichi had other ideas, and pouted.
"But I want to learn, I don't want you to do it for me!"
"Fine then! I'm going to go get some water. You 'learn' while I'm gone."
"No!" Daichi wailed, gripping the back of Katsuo's shirt. "What if I can't do it?" He sniffed. "Please stay with me.. I need your help." The blond took one look at the silverette's face, and his resolve crumbled.
Katsuo sighed and flopped back onto the couch. He patted his lap, and Daichi sat in between his legs, smiling at him over his shoulder. The blond rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and taking the game controller from the silverette's hands. Daichi watched as the other boy easily had the game character crawl up onto a rock that had been plaguing the silverette's attempts at playing the game.
"If I had known you'd suck this much, I wouldn't have even bothered to show you." Daichi just rolled his eyes at Katsuo's comment, watching the TV as he snuggled into the blond's arms.
"But I'll always have you to back me up."
"As long as you don't fuck up too much." Daichi huffed, and squirmed in the other boy's arms.
"Well, you'll always be my Link." Daichi smiled, turning to kiss the blond's cheek.
"And you'll always be my Malon." Katsuo smirked, nipping the silverette's neck, ignoring Daichi's squirms.
"Um, Katsuo, who's Malon?" Katsuo groaned, barely resisting the urge to facepalm himself. Does this kid have absolutely no memory?
"She's the girl at the ranch that Link gets hitched with." Katsuo explained, but confused look never left Daichi's face.
"B-But I thought he loved Zelda..."
"Oh hell no! She's a bitch." Daichi frowned, looking at Katsuo.
"Why?"
"You'll see in a minute." Katsuo said, quickly unleashing the last blow to the final boss, Ganon. They watched the ending cutscene, and Daichi snuggled further into the blond's arms afterwards.
He was about to make a joke about Daichi's unusually silence, but Katsuo bit back a snarky comment when he saw the state of his silverette. The boy had teared up, and was currently gazing up at him with those stunning emerald eyes. "You'd never do that to me, right? You'd never make me leave you.." Katsuo sighed, reaching up to dab at the other boy's eyes.
"'Course not, babe." He wiped the tears from Daichi's eyes with a padded thumb, leaning over to kiss the boy. "I'll never, ever leave you." He said once he pulled back, holding the other with a firm, but gentle grip. The title theme of Ocarina of Time played in the background as the two of them sat in the silverette's living room, cuddling each other like they had no care in the world.
Daichi was the first to lean in, connecting their lips again, but when Katsuo tried to deepen it, the blond groaned in impatience. He pulled away from the kiss, and tapped the silverette's lips slightly. "Open." He said, and Daichi nodded, straddling the blond as his lips descended onto the other boy's. This time, they kissed with a mesh of tongue and teeth, and while the kiss was nothing spectacular for Katsuo, he could feel the silverette's good intentions.
They continued until Daichi broke the kiss to gasp in breathless lust, and Katsuo moved to suckle the soft skin of the other boy's neck. Cold, foreign hands slipped under his sweatshirt, and Daichi tilted his head, giving the other more space and access to his neck.
"Katsuo.." Daichi panted softly, gripping the boy's broad shoulders tightly. "I-I-"
Another set of hands pulled Daichi away from the blond, and both males whined at the sudden loss of contact. The silverette looked up, meeting the jade gaze of his papa, and looked away, flustered beyond belief. Katsuo, however, returned the angry look of the brunet with a smirk.
Misaki glared down at his son and the blond, growling. "I thought I made it clear." He turned to Katsuo, seething. "No sex."
"Papa, as much as I love you.. that's not really your decision to make.."
Misaki growled, "It is most certainly my decision! You're lucky your father talked me into this, or else there would be no-"
"Give it a rest, Misaki." Akihiko groaned as he descended the stairs, rubbing his forehead to stave off the incoming headache. "Just let them go at it. Couldn't hurt anything." He moved toward the kitchen, looking ghastly pale, with large bags under his eyes.
"No! I will not let my son 'go at it'! It's wrong, and it's weird!" The brunet yelled, balling his fists in anger.
"Misaki.." Akihiko smirked. "You know what it's like to be a horny teenager. Just leave them be."
"I was not a horny teenager!" Misaki flushed bright red, glaring at his lover.
"What about all those nights you used to say 'Oh, Usagi-san, oh, it feels like it's melting'?"
"Ewww, Dad!"
Misaki frowned. He had never said those words, but it took him a second to realise just where they came from. "That.. That was from one of your stupid BL books, wasn't it?!" He ground out, stomping toward the man in fury.
Meanwhile, the 'still horny' teenagers stared at the spectacle, Daichi slightly disgusted at his father for writing BL books, and Katsuo wondering if the man could possibly write one for him.
Daichi heard glass shattering in the kitchen and rolled his eyes, flopping onto the couch next to Katsuo with a sigh. In the background, his papa was shouting embarrassed curses at his silver-haired father, and next to him, the blond was chuckling softly, as if he was trying not to be heard.
Without a second thought, the silverette cuddled into Katsuo's side, and the boy chuckled again, wrapping his arms around Daichi. They stayed like that, even after Akihiko had hauled his brunet over his shoulder and headed upstairs with a fussing and growling Misaki.
A/N: I am so terribly sorry that I included a Zelda reference but... I'M A TOTAL GAMER. LIEK SERIOUSLY, DON'T EVEN. But anyways, like I said above, this was my first time attempting smut/lemons, so please, no flames. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is always welcome~ and to be honest, this should've been updated sooner, but I've been re-fangirling over Zelda (which is why I put it in this chapter), and before I posted this, I beat Wind Waker for the fourth time, just bragging~ oh, and I don't hate all the Zelda's, but creating a time paradox is just so uncool that 'Ocarina of Time' Zelda warrants my hatred. It caused Majora's Mask, which is one of the most depressing games ever...
pinky5907: gosh, the internets needs to chill out. It's been doing the same thing with my phone, and it's starting to get annoying.. *grr face* and.. well, never said he was a genius... heh... hehe... so, how was the fanservice?
invisiblemage: *pats* It's okay, I know the feeling. You aren't horrible, you're awesome~! And I guess I'm half glad that you got all those feels, and the other half of me feels guilty and wants to apologize.. AND GAH! YOU HAVE SO MUCH FAITH IN ME! I really can't thank you enough for reviewing so often, but thank you so much for reviewing so often!