Akihito was leaning against the peeling paint of the wall in front of the door to his flat. He was a socially self assured person, used to addressing meetings, leading chants on demonstrations with a megaphone, confronting politicians, but also good with children or with emotionally challenged people…there was hardly a situation involving other humans he didn't feel wholly confident about…but right now he couldn't bring himself to face the breakfast party just yet.
He felt stretched, filled beyond breaking point, floating…Asami was never gentle in the beginning, hurting him, forcing him…relentlessly… into ecstasy….he hoped nobody would notice he was still limping. He wanted to throw them all out, lie on his mattress and revel in the afterglow, savouring the feel of Asami's hands on him, the look in his eyes when he penetrated him, no, not brutal, infinitely…caring.
But this time he had uttered these shocking words.
Liu Fei Long.
He wished he never had to see Fei Long again. He had come into his bathroom to find him doubled over, perilously close to crashing into his assorted razors. Grabbing him in alarm he tried to steady him, but Fei was so heavy and so strong, it was difficult to gain leverage when the Chinese reflexively started to struggle. The skimpy red sweatshirt allowed him no hold and he firmly grasped beneath it, feeling the heaving of the other's muscular ribcage, straining to help him… knowing at the same time that this was no good way. The Chinese was writhing in front of him, his face so contorted it hardly looked human, but somehow this made him all the more lovely…Akihito tried to stop the reaction blazing up in him, shocked…the stupid XXL-pants of that burly Russian - and with a jolt he suddenly realized where he had seen him before, at the ….. convention, assistant to that chilling grey blonde Eastern European - the trousers were almost sliding off the Chinese' slender, writhing hips, exposing the base of his cock. A gasp escaped Akihito as blood shot into his loins.
Free that beautiful Chinese cock…do something to it…stroke it…lick it. When he did it with Asami he felt the wanton pet, but now…suck it into his mouth, pretend to bite...red hot lust overwhelmed him...he wanted to be the one to make that beautiful face contort in agony…gloat over him…make Fei react to every stimulus he forced on him...
Shocked, he fought to get a hold on himself, break this power trip of pure lust…shitshitshit… he was no better than those Russians ... or Takato riding high on concern…
…but he should know better. He took deep calming breaths, pushing the moaning, gasping Chinese onto the toilet seat, jerking his hands away from him, putting distance between them, sinking onto his knees in front of him.
He felt desperately sorry.
He, of all people, should have been aware that people like Fei, people with a past like that, conditioned like him, awoke that kind of response in others...he should have been warned, armed against him, able to distance himself from those forbidden emotions…
…oh, Asami…
- to be continued -