Title: The Imperial Palace Chapter 8
Setting: Strip Club AU.
Rating: That high one up there.
Reason: I'm a bad person.
Pairing: ALPHAAAA PAIR.
Warnings: Uncreative content, possible OOC-ness, I will take your heart and rip it in two, does anyone even read this?, don't hate me, etc.
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns a strip club. I mean Prince of tennis. Same thing.
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Yukimura looked at his reflection in the mirror, staring very intentively at every small detail on his face. He looked at himself from several different angles, standing up and he then tried to look at his backside too. He picked up his comb and brushed a few stray hairs back in place before repeating his body inspection.
Today was going to go fine, he kept repeating to himself. Sanada won't be able to resist him this time. He was an appealing young man and his new jeans made his ass look sexy. He knew investing in new clothes had been a good idea.
"Judging by the way you are gussying yourself up, you have a date tonight," said Fuji.
Yukimura could sense Fuji's smile behind him, and sure enough, a quick look to the mirror showed him Fuji's smiling reflection.
"So what if I do?" asked Yukimura.
"Don't tease him, Fuji," said Shiraishi from his position on the messy couch. From what Yukimura could see of Shiraishi's reflection, Shiraishi was not wearing any clothes. As usual. "I think it's nice that Yukimura has a boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," gritted Yukimura for what felt like the millionth time today. His hair refused to stay in place no matter how many times he tucked the same loose strands back in.
"No?" Shiraishi sounded confused. "But you've gone on several dates with him."
"Six dates to be exact," added Fuji.
"I know," said Yukimura. "But it's not like that. I mean, sure Sanada-kun is nice but it's not anything serious."
"Ah… that's a shame," said Shiraishi, sounding a little bit doubtful about what Yukimura was saying. If anything, Yukimura had certainly been acting like a lovestruck girl for several days now.
"Sanada-kun is his sex friend whom he hasn't had sex with yet," said Fuji, chuckling.
"Shut up, Fuji," said Yukimura in a dangerously low tone. God, how many times must he tell Fuji to stop sprouting such nonsense?
"I'm merely stating the obvious," said Fuji. "I stand by what I've said since the first date: You should give him a chance."
Yukimura scowled at his reflection. Commitment. The word still did not settle well with him.
"Well… things will work out if they were meant to," said Shiraishi, seeing Yukimura's uneasy eyes. "If Yukimura wants to be cautious, then it's his business."
"Thank you, Shiraishi." said Yukimura, sighing with relief. "Fuji, go bother Tezuka or someone else please."
"Oh, don't be so cold. I simply wish to guide you upon the right path," said Fuji.
Yukimura stood up from the chair in front of the vanity, giving up on his hair. He was set on not being late to his date this time around. "I can look after myself thank you. Since you care so very much, let me tell you that I am sleeping over at Sanada-kun's house tonight. And I do mean in the same bed." said Yukimura.
"Are you sure it won't be like the last six dates where you said the exact same thing and-"
"No. I mean it this time," said Yukimura. He was through waiting and lusting after Sanada but unable to do anything. He had always let Sanada off the hook before but this was not why he was going on these dates. He needed something to happen now. From day one, Yukimura had made his intentions very clear. Yukimura was not letting Sanada back out this time. "Sanada-kun promised me. Now leave me alone."
"You'll give us all the details later, won't you?" said Fuji, being very persistent. "Every little detail."
Yukimura scowled back at his two roommates, who were both smiling at him very unnervingly. "Are you going to leave me alone about this or do I need to request a room change?"
"Aw, we just want to know if your boyfriend will be good in bed or not," said Fuji. "He is a virgin, isn't he?"
"Be quiet, Fuji." Yukimura's tone was obviously annoyed and it only caused both Fuji and Shiraishi to giggle like teenage girls.
"Make sure to use protection and a lot of lubrication," said Shiraishi. "Do you have some? I can give you some if you don't have-"
"It's fine!" Gosh, Yukimura had all of those things ready since their first date. He was more than prepared.
Yukimura decided to leave at that moment before Fuji and Shiraishi could tease him any further. He closed the door behind him, still able to hear the sound of muffled giggles in the hallway.
All Yukimura wanted to do at that point was to get to Sanada's apartment, skip all the talking and eating and jump straight to the part where he would finally be able to ravish Sanada. He had been waiting for so long, much longer than he had thought he would be willing to wait, and now he was at his limit. Weeks of fantasy were soon going to turn into reality. But really, Fuji was just silly to be trying to push him and Sanada together. Yukimura liked Sanada quite a bit, but he had no plans to actually date him long-term. Perhaps they could spend a few months together until the magic wore off and they could then move on with their lives. It wasn't like they were lovers or anything and Yukimura was comfortable with it staying that way. No lovers meant no heartbreaks.
Yukimura left his workplace in a hurry. It was very dark and chilly outside and Yukimura was very grateful that Sanada was willing to adapt to his late schedule and not mind his tardy arrivals. Sometimes Sanada even made him an early breakfast whenever Yukimura came over to his apartment in the middle of the night after his shift. Sanada was a surprisingly good cook.
Yukimura was also grateful to Yanagi, Sanada's roommate, for letting him come over so often. Yanagi was friendly, didn't disturb them and had the great ability to leave the room whenever he sensed Yukimura wanted a bit of make-out time with Sanada.
At least today he would be getting much more than a bit of make-out time. Yukimura walked faster each time his mind eagerly thought about what was waiting for him only a few streets away.
Yukimura was running by the time he reached Sanada's building. He sprinted up the stairs and eagerly knocked on the door, out of breath.
Sanada opened the door and saw Yukimura hunched against the wall, panting for breath.
"Are you alright?" asked Sanada, concern immediately rising into his voice.
"I'm fine," said Yukimura, breathy. He looked up at Sanada and felt his whole body growing warmer. "Actually, I'm even better than fine." He stepped forward and kissed Sanada's mouth with as much fervour and passion as he could. He hoped that would get the message across clearly.
"Oh," Sanada breathed when Yukimura pulled back with a coy smile. "Yeah, I guess you are fine after all."
Yukimura chuckled. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Sanada's apartment looked empty from here. That was a good sign. Sanada stepped aside and let Yukimura enter.
"How was your day?" asked Sanada. He took Yukimura's jacket and put it up in the nearby closet.
"Lovely," answered Yukimura. He eyed Sanada's backside. His hand crawled up and traced up Sanada's side, caressing a solid chest through a thin shirt.
"G-Good," spluttered Sanada, appearing quite jumpy at Yukimura's sudden generous amount of affection. "Uh, are you hungry? I could make you something to eat if you want."
"I am hungry, yes." Yukimura attached his lips to the back of Sanada's neck and sucked hard.
"I can make you… curry or, uh… eggs if you want."
Yukimura smirked against Sanada's skin. "Not food. I'd much prefer to eat you, Sanada," he said, husky.
The bluenette was not at all happy when Sanada choked and stepped out of his arms. Any other passionate man would have growled sexily and kissed him senseless against the nearest piece of furniture. Yukimura tried not to look too peeved and instead remembered that he was dealing with an inexperienced man who was appearing very unsure about everything as usual.
"Nervous?" asked Yukimura.
Sanada sighed, nodding his head. "I guess. I'm sorry," he murmured.
"So long as you don't back out again," said Yukimura with a slight frown. "You promised me."
"I won't break my promise," said Sanada, quickly assuring the bluenette. "I know I can't keep on dodging it forever. I could wait an eternity and still feel nervous, so I think it would be best to do it now. Besides," he stroked Yukimura's cheek lovingly, "I'm very glad you waited this long for me."
"Everyone's nervous for their first time," said Yukimura. "You have nothing to worry about. I don't expect a mind-blowing experience."
Sanada cocked his head to the side. "You don't think I'll have any skills?"
"Far from that. I simply believe in practice makes perfect," explained Yukimura. "And I slowly want to find out what you like, what makes you hiss, what makes you arch and moan and what makes you scream my name in pleasure."
Sanada did moan at that, at Yukimura's promising tone and the way his hand found its way up his shirt. He felt Yukimura's lips massaging his neck again, planting sucking kissing on that sensitive spot under his ear.
"Bed?" whispered Yukimura.
"No, ahh… kitchen," panted out Sanada.
Yukimura looked at him, confused. "Kitchen?" Did Sanada want to do it in the kitchen? Yukimura couldn't imagine it would be too comfortable.
"I mean," Sanada paused to swallow and regain his breath. "I need tea."
Yukimura rolled his eyes. Sometimes Sanada could be so infuriating yet so terribly endearing at the same time. "Fine," he said, knowing Sanada wanted tea to calm himself down. Yukimura kissed his cheek and let him go off in the kitchen. "But that better be the last time you stall tonight."
"Yes sir," said Sanada.
Yukimura couldn't help but smile and quickly forgive Sanada. Yukimura was pretty sure it was because he was weak to Sanada's puppy eyes. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched Sanada's broad back as he fixed some tea with shaky hands.
"I trust you got everything ready in advance?" said Yukimura.
"Well, I cleaned the sheets today," said Sanada.
"No, I'm asking if you have lube and condoms."
Yukimura could see Sanada turning bright red even with his back turned.
"O-Oh, I-I didn't really… I-I mean I can go get some n-now," stuttered the raven-haired man.
Yukimura gave a small laugh. "No need. I anticipated this and brought everything." Yukimura dug through his pocket and pulled out a tube of cream and a small square package. "See, all prepared."
"Y-Yes, I can see that," said Sanada, looking like he would do anything to avoid having this conversation right now.
"I do hope the condom isn't too tight. I bought a larger size for you, since I do remember how well endowed you are," said Yukimura with a pleasant wink, stuffing the items back in his pants.
"A-Ah… um, can we not talk about this at the table?" asked Sanada. He took the teapot and poured two cups of hot tea in cups, spilling some drops on his fingers and hissing at the burn. "T-Tea is ready."
Yukimura's smirk took on a wicked edge. "You are far too innocent, Sanada," he said. "Thank you for the tea."
Sanada snorted. "Too innocent? Is that why you want to deflower me so soon?"
Yukimura paused in the middle of blowing on his hot beverage. "Deflower? What are you, some teenage girl?"
"No, I've just been wondering why you seem to be in such a rush to do this," said Sanada. Yukimura opened his mouth but Sanada held up his hand. "I know, I know this is my first relationship of this kind but you've been eager to go at it since day one and I just want to know why the idea of going slowly and getting to know each other better is so repulsive to you."
"What, don't you want to know if we have chemistry in the bedroom?" asked Yukimura. "Isn't it better to find out each other's good and bad assets now rather than later?"
Sanada frowned. "Perhaps, but I have good assets that don't involve the bedroom, you know," he said. "Does this mean you won't be interested in seeing me anymore if my skills in bed are bad?" Well, that was a lovely way to increase the amount of pressure Sanada already felt.
"Don't be silly," said Yukimura, waving him off. "I told you already; I don't expect you to be perfect during your first time. Which is why getting this first time over with is good. That way the next times will be better. Call it training if you would like."
"Training?" Sanada gave a humourless laugh. "You make it sound like I'm a lab rat. Excuse me for trying to achieve a solid emotional connection with you before moving on to such an intimate act."
Yukimura crossed his arms. This was not what he signed up for. "Has it occurred to you that I do not want a so-called solid emotional connection?" snapped the dancer. "I swear, this better not be an attempt to get out of sleeping with me again. If the idea of sharing a bed with me is that repulsive to you, then I'll just leave right now." Yukimura's chair scrapped back as he stood up, anger marring his facial features.
Sanada jumped to his feet as well. "No, wait, I'm sorry," he said, walking around the table and grabbing Yukimura's hand. "Sorry for making you upset. I think it's just the nerves talking."
Yukimura pursed his lips.
"It's just, you are so beautiful and sure of yourself and I'm just… me," said Sanada. "I'm afraid I won't be up to par with your expectations."
"Flattery with get you nowhere with me, Sanada-kun," warned Yukimura, though his lips did twitch up at the word beautiful.
"Oh!" Sanada looked up as if just now remembering something. "Wait right here, there's something important I forgot," he said, dodging back to his bedroom in a hurry. Yukimura stood there blinking, wondering what on earth was so important that Sanada had to rush away fast like that.
He got his answer when Sanada returned to the kitchen, holding an enormous bouquet of roses and a shy smile on his face.
"Idiot, this was the important thing you forgot?" Despite Yukimura's sharp tone, his eyes melted when they caught sight of the elaborate design of flowers. He picked them up from Sanada's hand. "You didn't have to do this, you know. I was going to sleep with you either way."
"I know, but I like seeing you smile," murmured Sanada, tilting his head around the roses to kiss Yukimura's lips sweetly. "Are you still angry with me now?"
Yukimura shot him a sarcastic look. "You play dirty, Sanada," he said. "But... yes, my anger has somewhat dissipated. Just so you know for next time, getting me orchids would have made my anger completely disappear in mere seconds."
Sanada chuckled and kissed him deeply again. "I'll keep that in mind. I just thought roses would be more romantic."
Yukimura hadn't been too keen about Sanada's romantic side in the beginning. Even now, Yukimura didn't like how Sanada kept on spoiling him with pointless gifts, mostly because Yukimura knew he wasn't doing anything to deserve such presents. But still, another side of Yukimura couldn't help but feel giddy whenever Sanada did these romantic gestures. Yukimura supposed he really did have a weak side when it came to Sanada.
The flowers were quickly tossed to the side as Yukimura wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck in order to kiss him passionately. The tea, now gone cold, was quickly forgotten. Sanada stumbled back from the intensity of the kiss, barely even managing to kiss back for how hard Yukimura was pressing at his lips.
Then, Yukimura's knee pressed up, rubbing teasingly against the front of Sanada's pants.
"Bed," said Yukimura, pulling at Sanada's shirt. This time it wasn't a question. It was a demand.
"W-Wait a second," said Sanada when Yukimura began pulling him in the direction of the bedroom.
"No, Sanada, I will not wait," said Yukimura, impatient. "Bed. Now." God, it had been weeks of patience and abstinence and Yukimura wanted to claim his prize.
"B-But I haven't showered," said Sanada in protest.
"You'll be dirty soon anyways," replied Yukimura.
"No, but I-I smell and I'm sure you don't want to do this with someone who hasn't showered," said Sanada. Yukimura didn't need to know that Sanada had already showered four times today.
Yukimura gave Sanada the dirtiest look he could muster. "Flowers are not going to get you out of this one, Sanada," he said, poking Sanada's chest hard. The bluenette opened the bedroom door, turning his head to shoot a final glare at Sanada. "You have five minutes to shower, Sanada. If you aren't in bed, ravishing me in five minutes then I can find a better use for my time." He then closed the door behind him, his threat resounding in the room.
Yukimura sighed against the door the moment he was inside Sanada's room. He could hear Sanada bolting to the washroom and the sound of the shower spray being turned on only seconds later. That hopeless idiot...
Sanada was taking this much too seriously, thought Yukimura. What with the wanting a deep connection and giving him flowers like that… really, there was nothing special about it. Yukimura was as horny as he had been for weeks now. He knew Sanada was nervous about this, but there was a limit to how nervous one can be. Really, Sanada was acting like he was about to jump into a lion pit.
Yukimura walked deeper inside the room, trailing his hands of the bed covers. The bed was quite small, clearly not made for two people. Yukimura's own apartment had a larger bed but he was not planning on bringing Sanada over to his place anytime soon. Sanada didn't even know where Yukimura lived.
Yukimura sighed and tapped his nails impatiently on the headboard. He ended up pondering over small decisions as Sanada finished his short shower.
Should he take off his clothes now? The thought of Sanada taking them off for him was appealing, but that might end with Sanada stalling for more time. Yukimura was ready and wanted it as fast as possible, so he stripped off his clothes, carelessly tossing them aside without a care about where they landed.
Or at least he didn't care until his shirt nearly knocked over an unlit candle. Yukimura looked around the room then, noticing how many candles were layered about. He snorted. Was Sanada actually planning on lighting candles? Sanada was even more of a romantic sap than Yukimura had thought.
He lay on the bed, stretching out appreciatively on the clean sheets. He could hear the shower being turned off and soon Sanada's footsteps were coming closer, stopping outside the bedroom door. Yukimura waited a few seconds but Sanada did not open the door and walk in.
"Sanada, I know you're right there," snapped Yukimura, rolling his eyes. Patient he was not. "Get in here, for god's sake."
That reproach earned him a slow twist of the doorknob. Then, Sanada entered the bedroom.
Yukimura fought back the urge to facepalm. "You put your clothes back on?" he said, shaking his head at Sanada's logic. "Sanada, we're about to have sex. Your clothes could have stayed in the washroom."
"A-Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't really…" Sanada words trailed off and Yukimura was pleased to see why. Sanada's eyes darkened in lust as they ran up the sight of Yukimura's naked body on his bed. Yukimura stretched out again, smiling at the effect he had on the raven-haired man.
"Come here," purred Yukimura.
And for once, Sanada didn't hesitate. There was no more talk about showers or lighting candles. All that ran through Sanada's mind was how beautiful and sexy Yukimura looked, right there on his bed and just waiting to be touched.
"You're so beautiful," muttered Sanada.
Yukimura shuddered at the first warm touch to his cool body. Sanada touched Yukimura as if he were a translucent treasure, a faraway dream he had thought would never come true. Sanada looked near-irresistible with his dark eyes and damp hair sticking to his face. But Yukimura bet that Sanada would look even better without the clothes. Yukimura pulled at the material of Sanada's shirt, a silent demand that Sanada understood right away. Yukimura could only stare, hypnotized, as Sanada threw his shirt off, revealing a beautifully sculpted abdomen. Sanada stripped the rest of his garments off quickly, nearly ripping out his pants' button in his hurry. All Yukimura was thinking about was how long it had been since he'd last shared a bed with anyone and how badly he wanted to kiss and touch every inch of Sanada's body, to worship Sanada with his mouth and feel him squirming because of him.
Of course, what Yukimura wanted, Yukimura got.
"Lie down, Sanada," said Yukimura, voice gone husky. The dancer made room for Sanada, allowing him to lie down along the covers. Yukimura took his own place on top of Sanada's muscular thighs. From this position, he was able to rake his nails down Sanada's torso and watch every flicker of emotion run through Sanada's face.
Yukimura began his trek from the top. He kissed Sanada's lips and slid down along his neck. He was generous with his mouth, sucking on the tanned skin and leaving plenty of marks. Yukimura held onto Sanada's broad shoulders as he worked his way down. He stopped to lick at brown nipples, enjoying the soft sighs coming from Sanada with every swipe of his tongue.
Sanada's stomach was much more ticklish. Sanada was squirming and breathlessly laughing when Yukimura's fingers and mouth explored the area of his abdomen. When Yukimura touched lower still, where the skin turned smooth and soft, Sanada groaned out, "Yuki-mura… aah."
Yukimura paused in the middle of nipping at a jutted hipbone. "Mm?"
"F-Feels good," said Sanada, swallowing thickly.
Yukimura smiled. "I'm glad."
He spread Sanada's knees, casting a glance at the twitching half-hard member. Yukimura kissed Sanada's thigh, moving closer to his groin with every passing second. Yukimura teased him until Sanada's inner thighs shook from anticipation. He then lightly blew on Sanada's cock.
"A-Aah…"
"Sanada," Yukimura looked up at Sanada's closed eyes. "Remember the night we first met? When I sucked you?" Sanada wordlessly nodded, his breathing gone ragged. "Do you want me to do that again?"
The color rose in Sanada's cheeks and his cock twitched in interest. "Yes, please," he whispered. Sanada had imagined how this experience would be like many times in his mind. And in all of Sanada's fantasies, he had always been on top, driving Yukimura insane with his touches and knowing exactly what to do. The reality was much different as Sanada lay there, letting Yukimura play with his body as he pleased. Sanada could only lay there and moan loudly as Yukimura dragged his tongue up his dick, teasing him with fleeting touches and moving up to swirl his tongue around his foreskin.
He was mesmerized by the sight of Yukimura taking him in deeper, sometimes looking up and meeting his eyes. Yukimura massaged his strained balls and bobbed his head. At this rate, Sanada knew he wouldn't last long. Already he could feel the heat and pressure drawing him out.
"Wait, Y-Yuki-" he gasped out.
Yukimura stopped, letting the pulsing flesh slip from his lips. "What?"
"I-I can't hold it in anymore," said Sanada, looking embarrassed.
"Already?" said Yukimura.
"I'm sorry…" Sanada gave him an apologetic look.
"It can't be helped then," said Yukimura. He moved up and captured his lips in another searing kiss. Yukimura slipped off the bed then, looking around for something. Before Sanada could ask what he was doing, Yukimura had picked up his shorts and was digging through his pockets for the items he had showed Sanada earlier.
"Here we go," said Yukimura, sitting back down on the bed. Sanada sat up at attention too. "Do you know what to do, Sanada?"
Well Yukimura only had one hole to put it in so Sanada figured it wouldn't be that difficult. He nodded, looking very determined about it. Sanada surprised Yukimura by taking the initiative and grabbing the tube from the dancer's hand. Sanada poured a generous amount of the lubricant on his hand.
Smiling, Yukimura settled down on the bed, holding his legs spread wide enough to give Sanada a perfect view of his ass. Sanada gulped, pausing to gather up his courage. He made sure his three fingers were amply soaked with the lotion and then he carefully reached out and touched Yukimura.
The first touch to Yukimura's entrance felt cool. Sanada carefully rubbed over the entrance multiple times. Yukimura took deep breaths to relax himself. It had been a long time since he had last done this with anyone so it was probably going to be slightly painful at first. Sanada looked at Yukimura questionably, as if asking if this was okay. Yukimura gave him a nod of affirmation and then Sanada's finger slowly pushed in.
Yukimura gasped at the first breech, feeling the finger enter him fully. He could feel it rubbing inside him, curious and searching.
"Does it hurt?" asked Sanada, misinterpreting Yukimura's sounds.
"No," said Yukimura, holding his legs up wider. "It's fine, Sanada. Just go slowly." There was the sensation of pressure inside him, but nothing painful, not even after Sanada had swirled his finger around and added a second one. Yukimura didn't feel anything he would describe as painful, but not really pleasurable either.
"Make sure you stretch me," said Yukimura. Sanada paused in his finger's thrusts to heed Yukimura's advice. He began scissoring the inner walls apart. Yukimura hissed at the slight flare of pain.
"Sorry!" squeaked Sanada. He appeared mortified at the fact that he had hurt Yukimura even just a bit.
"It's alright," said Yukimura. "I'm not some fragile maiden, Sanada."
"A-Ah." Sanada frowned back into focus, pushing in and out with long strokes. This was making him excited, his breathing faster than normal from feeling how tight Yukimura was and wondering how it would feel to be connected with him there soon.
Finally, he added his third finger and worked on pumping faster. Yukimura shifted slightly.
"Sanada, aim just a bit higher," said Yukimura.
Sanada didn't get why, but he listened, striking his finger up at a higher angle. The moment he did, Yukimura arched and moaned loudly. "A-Aah! T-There Sanada…!" he managed to say, quivering as his sweet spot was touched.
Sanada panted, suddenly a whole lot more aroused from seeing Yukimura moaning wantonly from his fingers alone. He made sure to strike that small bundle of nerves over and over again, marvelling at the strong effect it had.
"Touch my dick too," gasped out Yukimura. Sanada flushed at the command, but again he obeyed without complaint. He gripped Yukimura's erection with his other hand and pumped, handling Yukimura the same way he often handled his own package when he was alone in his bedroom at night. Sanada's erection rubbed against Yukimura's leg, smearing a trail of pre-come in his attempt to get some sort of friction on his cock.
But just hearing Yukimura's moans of pleasure was making Sanada's arousal levels spike amazingly high. He was looking at Yukimura, everywhere from his swollen lips to his pink nipples and his darkened cock, when it suddenly became too much. Sanada whimpered as he came all over Yukimura's leg.
Sanada sighed, slumping forward and ceasing his hands' motions.
Yukimura clicked his tongue, touching the ejaculate on his leg. "Sanada, you are supposed to come inside of me, not during foreplay," he said, almost scolding.
"I-I'm sorry," said Sanada. He couldn't help it. Yukimura was so beautiful, a lustful vixen made for seducing him.
Yukimura pouted. He had been ready to be fucked hard and fast into the mattress, but he couldn't do that now that Sanada had gone limp. Yukimura reached out and tugged on Sanada's manhood, eager to make it swell again. Sanada choked at the feeling of Yukimura's fingers wrapping on his now over-sensitive member.
Sanada felt like he was doing nothing right, like everything he did served to make Yukimura angry. He ended up clinging to Yukimura, hugging him tightly and dropping kisses on his cheeks in an apologetic gesture. He was already unbelievably lucky that he had someone as beautiful as Yukimura as his boyfriend, but now he was ruining their first time. The guilt tugged at him.
Yukimura closed his eyes and kissed Sanada back. Sanada really did look like he felt bad about this.
"Sanada, don't worry too much," said Yukimura. "Just relax and do what feels good. No pressure, okay?"
"Nn…" Sanada reached a hand between them and grabbed both their members. He worked on stroking them together, feeling Yukimura's pre-ejaculate dripping down to his thighs. Yukimura gasped when Sanada reached further to touch that sensitive spot behind his balls.
"Does it feel good?" asked Sanada, his dark brown eyes looking into Yukimura's face for confirmation. It looked like Yukimura was enjoying himself so Sanada rubbed harder, making Yukimura shiver against him.
"Yes," hissed the dancer. "Ooh, yes."
Again, that irresistable tone sent blood shooting straight to Sanada's cock. Their mouths met again and Sanada realized he was hard once more, achingly so. Yukimura was mewling, the sound making Sanada groan loudly in response. Sanada blindly reached around him for the condom. He caught the small package and ripped it open. Yukimura watched him put it on with lust-filled eyes.
"I'm ready," said Sanada. Yukimura nodded. Yukimura reached for the tube and soaked Sanada's cock with the lubricant for final touches.
He laid Yukimura down on the bed gently, ready to look at Yukimura's face as they made love. Sanada wanted to see every single emotion and feeling cross Yukimura's face. He wanted to feel Yukimura's pleasure become his own until they could no longer think straight.
Yukimura held his breath when he felt Sanada's tip brush his entrance. He nodded again and that was all the confirmation Sanada needed to push in.
A whimper escaped Yukimura's lips as he felt himself being stretched much more than before. Sanada at least had the good sense to keep still while Yukimura adjusted. Instead of apologizing like he often did, Sanada leaned down and kissed Yukimura sweetly instead. Sanada's expression was one of bliss and pure joy, as if he couldn't believe he was doing this and how good it felt. He nuzzled against Yukimura's neck.
"Are you alright?" asked Sanada, voice hoarse.
"Yes, I'm fine," said Yukimura. He wriggled a bit and Sanada breathed in sharply. "You can move."
The first thrust out and back in had Yukimura groaning in pain. Sanada whispered something that sounded like "you feel so good, Yukimura". He held onto Yukimura's hips like a lifeline as he grew bolder in his thrusts. Yukimura wrapped his legs around Sanada, his nails scrapping against Sanada's back. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed in the room. The process was getting smoother now, with the pain fading away and Sanada building a strong rhythm.
Sanada kept on kissing him too; affectionate pecks were given to Yukimura's lips, his cheeks and his jaw.
And then Sanada angled upward, wiping any coherent thought Yukimura had.
Yukimura's back arched off the bed as he screamed. Sanada had struck his prostate head on and was not slowing down. Yukimura's eyes rolled in the back of his head. He couldn't think, all he could feel were the overwhelming sensations of pleasure running through his whole body and lighting all of his nerves on fire. Sanada gritted his teeth, feeling Yukimura clamping down on him so tightly that he almost lost it.
"Haa… Sana-da, ohh- yes!" Yukimura didn't know what he was saying, only managing to grip to Sanada's back as if he were grabbing on for his dear life. The moans spilled out of him in waves, one overlapping into the next, chanting Sanada's name in a wanton plea for more. It was so good. It was mind-blowing. The sensations were just too much. He didn't know if it was because he had been waiting so long for this or if Sanada was just that good, but Yukimura was already going to lose it.
Sanada's punishing pace didn't let up, always faster, harder, stronger. "Sana… I'm close," panted out Yukimura. "I'm close, don't stop, please Sanada."
Sanada could feel Yukimura tightening around him, almost to the point of pain, and he knew he was going to reach his peak soon too. They were clinging to each other desperately, their moans rising in volume as they approached climax.
He looked at Yukimura, seeing every muscle in the bluenette's body go rigid, his face contorting to one of pure raw pleasure.
"I love you, Yukimura," whispered Sanada.
Yukimura's eyes went wide upon hearing those heartfelt words and he screamed out as he reached his peak, the waves of pleasure crashing him down to a moaning mess. Sanada followed close after, letting out his own pleasured sound as he emptied himself.
Yukimura could feel Sanada panting, catching his breath and kissing his neck affectionately again. The bluenette's eyes were wide in horror, Sanada's words repeating over and over in his mind.
I love you.
I love you, Yukimura.
"Oh, Yukimura," said Sanada. He flashed Yukimura a breathtaking smile, spooning the dancer against his chest. "That was… amazing." Amazing didn't even begin to cover it, thought Sanada. He had never imagined anything could feel so good.
"Ah…" Yukimura was frozen in place.
I love you, Yukimura.
He had known Sanada was a hopeless romantic. He had known that Sanada liked him perhaps a bit more than normal. But Yukimura had not suspected that Sanada would harbour such profound feelings for him. The implications of those words were sinking into Yukimura's mind.
He couldn't stay here. He couldn't do this. Yukimura felt like he was suffocating. Every little kiss Sanada gave to his neck made him stiffen more and more. He had to leave.
"Yukimura?" Sanada seemed to notice Yukimura's lack of response. "Is everything okay?"
Yukimura sat up, cringing at the throb in his lower back. He didn't look at Sanada. "I have to go," he said curtly.
"What?" Sanada looked alarmed. "Why? You can spend the night. Renji isn't due back until tomorrow evening."
Yukimura shook his head. He gathered up his clothes in a hurry, throwing them on the moment he found them. He was sticky and sweaty, but he was not willing to stay here for a second longer, not even for a shower.
"Yukimura!" Sanada grabbed Yukimura's wrist, stopping Yukimura before he could leave the room. "What's wrong?"
Yukimura didn't meet his eyes. "I'm leaving. Don't call me," he said, his voice gone icy cold.
Sanada's face flashed a hurt expression, all the joy from the night gone at that instant. He didn't understand. Had he done something wrong? "But- At least give me a reason," he said, desperate. "Did I do something wrong?"
"I just think it's about time we stop this… whatever this is between us," said Yukimura.
"'This'?" said Sanada. "We're dating, that's what's between us."
Yukimura grabbed his wrist back. "No, we're not. I admit we had our share of fun times, but I think it's about time we move on." Before we become too attached to each other, thought Yukimura.
Sanada didn't know how to feel about Yukimura's words. Confused, angry, betrayed, heartbroken. He felt like a dirty tissue, used and ready to be tossed away without a second glance.
"But I don't want to move on," said Sanada. "I want you Yukimura. I love y-"
"SHUT UP!" snarled Yukimura. His chest had gone tight and painful. "There is nothing between us, how many times will I have to say it before it gets through your thick skull?"
This time Sanada didn't stop him from leaving the room. Yukimura slammed the door shut behind him. He passed by the kitchen with the abandoned tea kettle and the enormous bouquet Sanada had given him. He didn't look back and left the apartment without a moment's hesitation.
Yukimura ran. He didn't take the bus or a taxi but chose to run on the nearly-empty streets until his lungs burned and he gasped for breath. It wasn't raining yet his eyes were wet, leaving a trail of drops down his face. He was cold, so freezing cold compared to how he had felt in Sanada's embrace. Yukimura realized he had left his jacket in Sanada's apartment, but he had no intention to run back and get it. All he could hear were the same words being repeated over and over in his head.
I love you, Yukimura.
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