Shuichi decides to get Eiri back for making him yell out Tatsuha's name...by torturing him while he's trying to work. But Tatsuha walks in on it all...
Yuki Eiri sat in the silence of his typical office. It was the same old office, no matter where he moved to. Laptop, chair, desk... It was all these rooms ever contained. He squinted as he stared at the screen through thin glasses, secretly and silently struggling with writer's block. Sometimes, his own work just bothered him. He knew nothing in life was like what he wrote. There was no such thing happy endings. It was all a fantasy.
Shuichi jumped off of the couch where he'd been sitting, deciding that now was the time to get Eiri back for making him yell Tatsuha's name in the throes of his passion the other night. Creeping stealthily through the apartment to Eiri's office, he pushed open the door...good. Eiri was distracted. Managing to slip in silently, a mischeivous grin played across his face as he crawled under the desk from the side.
Her eyes reflected the love that she felt for him. Gag. He sometimes wondered how people ate this garbage of his up. He quickly swept his hair back, pushing away bothersome locks of hair that sat in front of his eyes, only for them to fall back into place. He sighed softly, contemplating his next few lines bitterly.
Tatsuha rummaged through the fridge until only his lower half could be seen. Didn't Eiri keep any food in here?! He picked up a small container with no label and looked at it curiously.
Shuichi loved how Eiri was completely unsuspecting. Kneeling in front of his lover, he slid his hand up into his lap, slowly unbuttoning his pants and then pulling down the zipper. Eiri would probably notice -that-, sadly enough for him...
He blinked in confusion as he felt the movement occuring on his lap. He looked down to find Shuichi there. Briefly, he sifted through his mind for an explanation as to how he even got in. Then, that thought was overpowered by his curiosity. There could only be several things Shuichi would be planning to do in this such case. Still, he was surprised, and a little interested.
Shuichi smirked to himself, sliding his hand into Eiri's pants, and then into his boxers below them. Revenge would be sweet. He began rubbing his hand over Eiri's cock, determined to get a rise out of him in more than one way. He licked his lips, thinking of what he would do next.
He curiously moved out of the fridge, taking the container with him. He set it down on the kitchen table. Well, it was either food, or something so disgusting that it could only have been spawned in the depths of Hell.
Eiri paused for a moment, wondering which option would take this moment further. If he ignored Shuichi, he would work harder to distract him. Oh, he loved his own mentality, if it was at all possible. Using this idea, he continued to type on the laptop. Sure, what he was writing didn't really make sense, but he had a marker telling him where the (more) nonsensical part began, and he could do this all night.
Shuichi thought hard. Hm. Eiri was going to try to ignore him, then? He now wrapped his fingers around Eiri's flesh, working on it until...there. Once he'd gotten it erect, he moved his head up, and licked from base to tip in one long stroke, his other hand moving down to caress Eiri's sac. He'd get him to pay attention, dammit...
He struggled to keep a straight face, barely biting his lip to maintain his composure. Still, he continued to type, hoping that Shuichi would not realize the random garbage that was now flooding his laptop. Am read wit flat drop yellow... It was almost as though he was scanning his brain for words commonly used. Yet, he continued to type, fumbling over the keys every so-often.
Tatsuha finally decided to take his fate into his own hands and moved to peel the lid on the container back. He gagged as soon as the seal was open and quickly moved to shut it again.
Shuichi wasn't realizing jack-shit- from his position under the desk. He was concentrating on Eiri's erection, running his tongue around the head, over the slit at its tip, down to the seam on its underside, his hand still working at its task as well. As of yet, he wasn't taking Eiri into his mouth...this was much more teasing, and it was serving his purpose much better.
His eyes closed, but this was perhaps hidden from the glare over his glasses. Or, this much he hoped. His lips parted slightly, and he was struggling to stifle a sound that was begging to be released. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the boy. His hands paused, hovering over the keyboard.
Shuichi heard the momentary pause in typing. That's right. Give in. He wanted to have control over Eiri for once...this time, maybe -he- could tell Tatsuha that -he- liked it. Now was the time, he decided. Sliding his mouth down over Eiri's cock, he was unable to hold back a little moan. His tongue worked against the hard flesh in his mouth as he sucked hard on it, his head moving up and down at a relatively slow pace. He was determined to get a response from his lover, a moan, a twitch...something. One of his hands gripped Eiri's thigh, the other remained where it had been...though he had an evil little wondering thought of something else to do with it.
He took in a quick breath of air as he felt Shuichi's mouth engulf the length of his erection, and he removed his hands from the laptop, one lowering to become lost in the boy's thick hair, brushing through gingerly; the other gripped the arm of the chair. Whatever possessed Shuichi to do this, he told himself, he had to thank later. He groaned softly, taking in the pleasure as it washed over him.
After coughing and gagging a few more times, Tatsuha picked up the container and stomped his way to Eiri's office. He opened the door and stepped in without knocking. "Aniki!"
Shuichi didn't stop when he heard Tatsuha enter, he simply stopped making any noise while he continued. He took Eiri into his throat, and moved his tongue, not doing anything that could alert Tatsuha to the goings-on under the desk.
Eiri quickly snapped his head up when he heard his little brother's voice, his eyes wide open. He couldn't turn to face him. Not with his favorite little singer sucking him off under the desk. He suddenly felt helpless, and wondered if that was something Shuichi was waiting for. "...What do you want, Tatsuha?" He continuously bit his lip, fighting to keep his tone as normal as possible.
"Why the hell do you have a biohazard in your fridge?! Are you trying to kill me off already? I haven't been here for that long!" He plopped the container down onto the desk, tilting his head at his brother. Why wasn't he looking at him?
Eiri's hand balled into a fist on the chair arm, as he continued to fight against the pleasure Shuichi was still giving him. Sure, he wanted to torture Tatsuha for shits and giggles earlier, but this was different. He was fairly exposed, and it wasn't quite as much as he would have ever wanted. He fought back a moan, but it was barely audible from the back of his throat. He quickly cut it off with "Yeah, I wanted you to die."
Eyes narrow a bit. "What was that?" He pointed to the mystery container. "It tried to fucking eat me!" Ok, he was exaggerating a bit, but it really did stink.
Shuichi took this time to slide his tongue against a particularly sensitive spot on Eiri's cock, lightly squeezing his sac in the same moment.
Eiri's jaw dropped, and he quickly tried to conceal this by covering his mouth. He assured himself of failure when a small sound escaped his lips. He quickly looked away, muttering, "I don't remember. Get it out of here."
He lifted an eyebrow at his brother. What the hell..? "Hey, are you alright?"
Shuichi squeezed again, and worked Eiri as deeply into his throat as he could.
His breathing was quickening with each movement Shuichi made, and he almost wanted to escape the situation he was caught in. Yet, he still toyed with Shuichi's hair, encouraging him further. It was a two-sided situation. While he didn't admire much that his brother was inches away from him as he was getting fellatio, the fellatio itself was rather amazing, if he could say so himself. He silently whimpered before snapping "Get out. I'm trying to write." At least he wasn't lying...
Tatsuha kept his eyebrow raised at him. "Are you getting sick? You're face is all flushed. Hm, maybe you have a fever." He leaned over the desk a bit to get a look at the computer's monitor. "What the fuck are you writing? I know romance is just drivel, but this is ridiculous, Aniki." He straightened back up, watching his brother intently.
Shuichi pulled off of Eiri's cock, licking up it in long strokes and then flicking his tongue over the slit in its tip again. He was enjoying this -far- too much.
"Agh, God..." He winced visibly after allowing that reaction to slip. "I'm not sick. Get the fuck out of here. You're bothering me." He looked at the screen of the laptop to notice what ridiculous writing it was flooded with. He tried to explain, "It's a new form of writing being tested in Japan."
His eyebrow raised further. "For what, retarded people?" His brother seemed to want him gone badly, which is exactly why Tatsuha didn't budge. The bastard deserved to be annoyed in his opinion.
Shuichi put his hand on Eiri's shaft, jerking it up and down as he gently sucked on the head, his tongue caressing what flesh it could while he moved his lips.
Eiri's eyes fluttered shut as his head tilted back slightly, and he sighed. A breathy moan parted his lips, and a word slipped through. "Shuichi..." He bit his lip. It was over now. There was no way he could continue to cover this from Tatsuha.
Tatsuha's eye twitched, realization hitting him squarely in the crotch. Eiri.. was not supposed to ever look like that, or make those noises. "Oh, hell no." His eyes were wide and he cursed loudly as he headed for the door. He made a point to leave the container behind. "I hope both of you rot in Hell, you bastards!"
Shuichi...didn't stop, even as Tatsuha was leaving. Now he took Eiri into his mouth again, making sure that he was looking down at him before very obviously sliding his hand into his own shorts.
"I'm going to kill you..." Eiri spoke softly, still somehow overwhelmed by Shuichi's actions, yet personally irked by the circumstance. He closed his eyes, his hand lifting from the chair arm to his own bangs, sifting through the blonde locks and becoming lightly tangled. For the moment, he was losing interest in what just happened to Tatsuha. His mind was too preoccupied.
Shuichi pulled off very slowly, speaking with his lips still against the author's cock. "Oh, really? You don't-" he paused to flick his tongue over its tip- "like this, then?" His hand was still moving over his own erection, and he let out a moan, looking up to see Eiri's face again...because he liked the looks that he was getting tonight.
Another wince. His body was being tortured, and it began to ache for release. He gasped when the boy flicked his tongue over the tip of his erection, and he fought back a needy sob. "Please..." It really wasn't often he would have to ask to get off, and he didn't appreciate having to do it, but his body had been waiting long enough.
Shuichi giggled a little to himself, moving his hand over the other man's shaft very slowly as he spoke. "What was that, Yuki?" He wanted to hear it again...but he wondered if he was pushing his luck. His own body was screaming at him for its -own- release, but that wouldn't come for some time now.
Tatsuha had locked himself in Eiri's bathroom by this time, muttering curses at Eiri and Shu even though they couldn't hear him. He wasnt about to just sit and suffer like the last time they did this to him. He undid his pants and kicked them off onto the floor. Bastard deserved to have his bathroom desecrated.
Out of the generosity he somehow found in his heart, he treated the boy to another tiny plea. "Please, Shuichi..." His hand dropped from his own hair to Shuichi's, affectionately brushing through the thick locks of hair. Again, he bit his lip. It was his most powerful defense against sound.
Shuichi moaned, closing his eyes and taking Eiri's cock into his mouth again, sucking on it as he moved his head up and down, now really wanting Eiri to come, wanting the satisfaction of having his warm come flood his mouth, hearing that hitch in his breath...he groaned against Eiri's erection, knowing that it would just enhance the feelings that he was getting from this.
He choked back a sob as his pleas were answered, multiplied by the vibration of the singer's throat as he groaned around him. His head tilted back, resting against the chair, and he felt his heartrate continuing to climb. Finally, he was sure that his release would be permitted.
Tatsuha never really wore boxers, he thought of them more like sleep shorts than underwear, thus his bottom half was now naked. He looked down at his erection and narrowed his eyes. "Traitor."
Shuichi sucked just a little harder, and moved just a little faster...more, just a little more...another groan came from his throat as he continued, wanting nothing more than to get his lover off. His hand ceased moving over his own erection, and it moved back up to squeeze Eiri's sac, doing as much as he could to get the other man off.
Before Eiri could realize what was happening, and before he could make any other reaction, his hips bucked and he choked on a breath of air, his release surging out of his body almost beyond his comprehension. He groaned loudly, using his last bit of clear thought to control his hips. He emptied himself inside Shuichi's mouth, wincing back the pleasure as he absorbed it through his body almost painfully.
Shuichi made a soft sound as Eiri came, making sure to swallow it all as it entered his mouth. After Eiri had finished, he pulled off of him, licking his cock until he was satisfied that it was completely clean before looking up at him, licking his lips with a smirk.
He wrapped his fingers firmly around the base of his erection, leaning back against the bathroom counter to steady himself as he began to stroke himself. "Stupid Aniki, stupid Shu, stupid dick." He muttered.
He felt that his shoulders were being pressed back against the chair as his body relaxed. Catching his breath, he watched Shuichi with a look of satisfaction. This little creature was certainly useful. Oh, he was cynical even in the back of his mind, wasn't he? He affectionately stroked Shuichi's cheek. No, this one certainly had more uses than that...
Shuichi smiled and then pushed Eiri's chair back, standing up in front of him with a lusty look in his eyes...before running his hand lightly over his own erection. Hm, what was to be done about that? Half of him just wanted to get Eiri in bed to snuggle...and the other half wanted to do something about the throbbing flesh between his legs.
He slows his strokes down until he finally stops. Instead, he decides to tease himself by lightly ghosting his fingertips up and down the underside of his cock. He lets a soft moan escape his lips as he closes his eyes, letting his imagination replace his own hands with a more famous pair.
Eiri's eyebrows raised with interest as he was pretty much given a live show. His interest was further expressed as his fingers danced along the boy's side, gliding over the curves of his body. He intentionally ignored his erection, deciding to give him a small taste of his own medicine.
Shuichi bit his lip, looking at Eiri's face. "Please.." It wasn't hard to get him to beg, really. Any bit of dominance that he'd had had vanished when Eiri's hands touched his side. "Yuki..." needed this so badly, whatever 'this' was...he just needed his release, however Eiri would give it to him.
He kept his eyes closed as he rubbed at his tip with his thumb. Tatsuha moved his other hand to gently scrape his blunt nails from his base to where his thumb was. Tatsuha's breath hitched in his throat and he bucked into his hands.
Eiri continued to watch the boy, deeply admiring that he could torture him simply by doing nothing. He continued to enjoy this for a moment before rubbing along Shuichi's hip. Then, he reached for and curled his fingers around the base of Shuichi's erection, and he patiently moved forward, barely brushing the tip of his tongue along the tip of his erection.
Shuichi shivered. Okay, yes, contact was nice, but...he wanted more. He had a feeling that Eiri was going to try to get -him- back now...was this to be an endless cycle? His hand reached up to tangle its fingers in Eiri's hair, pulling at it a little as he tried not to let his hips thrust towards Eiri just yet.
Without hesitation, Eiri placed his hands on Shuichi's hips as a precautionary measure. Then, he took in as much of the needy organ as he could contain. He immediately tightened his lips around him, and began a quick back and forth motion against him, sucking forcefully. He played a little game with himself in doing this. He wanted to see how quickly he could get Shuichi off. He relaxed his throat, assuring the back of his mind to shut off his gag reflexes before allowing him in deeper. Finally, his lips reached to and pressed against the base of his shaft. He made a tiny sound at the back of his throat to offer more stimulation.
Tatsuha decided he had enough of teasing and wrapped his fingers tightly back around himself. He had to use one hand to hold onto the counter top so he wouldn't fall over. That would be embarrassing, plus it would probably hurt like a bitch. He worked himself over with a steady rhythm as he panted and moaned softly. He wasn't ever loud unless he had a partner.
Shuichi let his head tip back as he let out a high-pitched moan. He was already so ready to come, his body was already begging for it...stupid, STUPID Yuki had to be so good at this...clenching his eyes shut, he half-moaned, half-whined, "Yuukiiiiii...so...close...just..," his nails gently scratching at the other man's scalp.
He sucked harder, barely curling his tongue upward to allow the tip to rub against the bottom of his erection as he continued to move him in and out of the back of his throat. He dug his nails gently into Shuichi's hips, urging him to release upon his own will.
Tatsuha's eye twitched when he heard Shuichi. He started to move his hand faster, wondering if he could maybe beat the tiny singer.
Shuichi felt his body tensing, and he gripped the desk behind him, only managing an, "Oh, Yukiiiiii..." before coming hard, releasing into Eiri's mouth with a long groan as he struggled to stay standing, his body shuddering, his breath coming in pants.
He forced his mind to remain at ease as he willingly took the hot flow of semen into his mouth, swallowing what amount was given. Then, he removed his lips and he pulled the boy onto his lap. A grin played along his lips, his fingers gently running through the younger man's hair. He almost found him to be too adorable sometimes.
Damn, he lost. Ah, well, it wasn't like that was a bad thing. He gave himself a few more hard strokes before his back arched and his hips jerked forward as he came all over his hand. He leaned heavily against the counter, glaring down at his now very sticky hand. "Ugh. So going to get them for this." He panted out.
Shuichi smiled too, snuggling against Yuki in the chair as he let his breathing return to normal. He loved it when they had good nights like this, more than anything else. "Yuki..." He blushed, and smiled, and sighed happily.
Tatsuha went about cleaning himself up after he was sure his legs wouldn't buckle under him. He put his pants back on and wandered back out into the living room. He really hoped something would happen to that container he left in Eiri's office. That would serve them right.
Eiri scooped the boy up in his arms and stood up, carrying him out of the room. Luckily, Tatsuha left the door open on his way out, so there was no need to set him down. He wandered toward the bedroom, passing the livingroom on the way. He offered an uninterested look in Tatsuha's direction before slipping into the bedroom with Shuichi in his arms, and he set him upon the bed gently.
Tatsuha, for his part, only flicked them off as they passed.
Shuichi let go of Yuki's neck, which he had been clinging to, and looked up at him, his eyes reflecting a satisfied, and slightly tired, expression. "Yuki..." He reached up to pull Eiri down into a very gentle kiss, wanting that sort of an embrace right now.
Eiri welcomed the kiss, breaking it slowly before leaving Shuichi to rest, wandering out of the bedroom and into the livingroom. He removed his glasses with a tired sigh, holding them in his hand as he looked over to Tatsuha. "Hey, sorry about that. I tried to warn you."
Tatsuha lifted an eyebrow. "Warning would have been something more along the lines of, 'Hey Tatsuha, I'm getting sucked off right now, would you mind leaving?' I would have left if you said something like that."
Shuichi sighed and sighed up at the ceiling, waiting for Eiri to come back to him. He wanted to sleep with his lover as soon as he could.
"You probably would have been left mortified either way." He set his glasses on the table, picking up his box of Alphas and pulling out a cigarette, lighting it with the chic, silver lighter, which sported a picture of him and Shuichi. He took a deep drag off the cigarette before exhaling the smoke, and he glanced around the quiet, almost barren room. "...You want a blanket, or something?" Somehow, he was unusually nice after sex.
"Mm. Good point. I wouldn't have been subjected to so much moaning the other way though." He watched his brother suspiciously. "Yeah, a blanket would be cool." He fully expected he brother to say something like 'Too bad you can't have one.'
Eiri walked into the bedroom for a moment to retrieve a folded blanket. Then, he walked into the livingroom and threw it at his brother. Casually, he leaned over the table and put his cigarette out in his ashtray before wandering back into the bedroom.
Yuki Eiri sat in the silence of his typical office. It was the same old office, no matter where he moved to. Laptop, chair, desk... It was all these rooms ever contained. He squinted as he stared at the screen through thin glasses, secretly and silently struggling with writer's block. Sometimes, his own work just bothered him. He knew nothing in life was like what he wrote. There was no such thing happy endings. It was all a fantasy.
Shuichi jumped off of the couch where he'd been sitting, deciding that now was the time to get Eiri back for making him yell Tatsuha's name in the throes of his passion the other night. Creeping stealthily through the apartment to Eiri's office, he pushed open the door...good. Eiri was distracted. Managing to slip in silently, a mischeivous grin played across his face as he crawled under the desk from the side.
Her eyes reflected the love that she felt for him. Gag. He sometimes wondered how people ate this garbage of his up. He quickly swept his hair back, pushing away bothersome locks of hair that sat in front of his eyes, only for them to fall back into place. He sighed softly, contemplating his next few lines bitterly.
Tatsuha rummaged through the fridge until only his lower half could be seen. Didn't Eiri keep any food in here?! He picked up a small container with no label and looked at it curiously.
Shuichi loved how Eiri was completely unsuspecting. Kneeling in front of his lover, he slid his hand up into his lap, slowly unbuttoning his pants and then pulling down the zipper. Eiri would probably notice -that-, sadly enough for him...
He blinked in confusion as he felt the movement occuring on his lap. He looked down to find Shuichi there. Briefly, he sifted through his mind for an explanation as to how he even got in. Then, that thought was overpowered by his curiosity. There could only be several things Shuichi would be planning to do in this such case. Still, he was surprised, and a little interested.
Shuichi smirked to himself, sliding his hand into Eiri's pants, and then into his boxers below them. Revenge would be sweet. He began rubbing his hand over Eiri's cock, determined to get a rise out of him in more than one way. He licked his lips, thinking of what he would do next.
He curiously moved out of the fridge, taking the container with him. He set it down on the kitchen table. Well, it was either food, or something so disgusting that it could only have been spawned in the depths of Hell.
Eiri paused for a moment, wondering which option would take this moment further. If he ignored Shuichi, he would work harder to distract him. Oh, he loved his own mentality, if it was at all possible. Using this idea, he continued to type on the laptop. Sure, what he was writing didn't really make sense, but he had a marker telling him where the (more) nonsensical part began, and he could do this all night.
Shuichi thought hard. Hm. Eiri was going to try to ignore him, then? He now wrapped his fingers around Eiri's flesh, working on it until...there. Once he'd gotten it erect, he moved his head up, and licked from base to tip in one long stroke, his other hand moving down to caress Eiri's sac. He'd get him to pay attention, dammit...
He struggled to keep a straight face, barely biting his lip to maintain his composure. Still, he continued to type, hoping that Shuichi would not realize the random garbage that was now flooding his laptop. Am read wit flat drop yellow... It was almost as though he was scanning his brain for words commonly used. Yet, he continued to type, fumbling over the keys every so-often.
Tatsuha finally decided to take his fate into his own hands and moved to peel the lid on the container back. He gagged as soon as the seal was open and quickly moved to shut it again.
Shuichi wasn't realizing jack-shit- from his position under the desk. He was concentrating on Eiri's erection, running his tongue around the head, over the slit at its tip, down to the seam on its underside, his hand still working at its task as well. As of yet, he wasn't taking Eiri into his mouth...this was much more teasing, and it was serving his purpose much better.
His eyes closed, but this was perhaps hidden from the glare over his glasses. Or, this much he hoped. His lips parted slightly, and he was struggling to stifle a sound that was begging to be released. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the boy. His hands paused, hovering over the keyboard.
Shuichi heard the momentary pause in typing. That's right. Give in. He wanted to have control over Eiri for once...this time, maybe -he- could tell Tatsuha that -he- liked it. Now was the time, he decided. Sliding his mouth down over Eiri's cock, he was unable to hold back a little moan. His tongue worked against the hard flesh in his mouth as he sucked hard on it, his head moving up and down at a relatively slow pace. He was determined to get a response from his lover, a moan, a twitch...something. One of his hands gripped Eiri's thigh, the other remained where it had been...though he had an evil little wondering thought of something else to do with it.
He took in a quick breath of air as he felt Shuichi's mouth engulf the length of his erection, and he removed his hands from the laptop, one lowering to become lost in the boy's thick hair, brushing through gingerly; the other gripped the arm of the chair. Whatever possessed Shuichi to do this, he told himself, he had to thank later. He groaned softly, taking in the pleasure as it washed over him.
After coughing and gagging a few more times, Tatsuha picked up the container and stomped his way to Eiri's office. He opened the door and stepped in without knocking. "Aniki!"
Shuichi didn't stop when he heard Tatsuha enter, he simply stopped making any noise while he continued. He took Eiri into his throat, and moved his tongue, not doing anything that could alert Tatsuha to the goings-on under the desk.
Eiri quickly snapped his head up when he heard his little brother's voice, his eyes wide open. He couldn't turn to face him. Not with his favorite little singer sucking him off under the desk. He suddenly felt helpless, and wondered if that was something Shuichi was waiting for. "...What do you want, Tatsuha?" He continuously bit his lip, fighting to keep his tone as normal as possible.
"Why the hell do you have a biohazard in your fridge?! Are you trying to kill me off already? I haven't been here for that long!" He plopped the container down onto the desk, tilting his head at his brother. Why wasn't he looking at him?
Eiri's hand balled into a fist on the chair arm, as he continued to fight against the pleasure Shuichi was still giving him. Sure, he wanted to torture Tatsuha for shits and giggles earlier, but this was different. He was fairly exposed, and it wasn't quite as much as he would have ever wanted. He fought back a moan, but it was barely audible from the back of his throat. He quickly cut it off with "Yeah, I wanted you to die."
Eyes narrow a bit. "What was that?" He pointed to the mystery container. "It tried to fucking eat me!" Ok, he was exaggerating a bit, but it really did stink.
Shuichi took this time to slide his tongue against a particularly sensitive spot on Eiri's cock, lightly squeezing his sac in the same moment.
Eiri's jaw dropped, and he quickly tried to conceal this by covering his mouth. He assured himself of failure when a small sound escaped his lips. He quickly looked away, muttering, "I don't remember. Get it out of here."
He lifted an eyebrow at his brother. What the hell..? "Hey, are you alright?"
Shuichi squeezed again, and worked Eiri as deeply into his throat as he could.
His breathing was quickening with each movement Shuichi made, and he almost wanted to escape the situation he was caught in. Yet, he still toyed with Shuichi's hair, encouraging him further. It was a two-sided situation. While he didn't admire much that his brother was inches away from him as he was getting fellatio, the fellatio itself was rather amazing, if he could say so himself. He silently whimpered before snapping "Get out. I'm trying to write." At least he wasn't lying...
Tatsuha kept his eyebrow raised at him. "Are you getting sick? You're face is all flushed. Hm, maybe you have a fever." He leaned over the desk a bit to get a look at the computer's monitor. "What the fuck are you writing? I know romance is just drivel, but this is ridiculous, Aniki." He straightened back up, watching his brother intently.
Shuichi pulled off of Eiri's cock, licking up it in long strokes and then flicking his tongue over the slit in its tip again. He was enjoying this -far- too much.
"Agh, God..." He winced visibly after allowing that reaction to slip. "I'm not sick. Get the fuck out of here. You're bothering me." He looked at the screen of the laptop to notice what ridiculous writing it was flooded with. He tried to explain, "It's a new form of writing being tested in Japan."
His eyebrow raised further. "For what, retarded people?" His brother seemed to want him gone badly, which is exactly why Tatsuha didn't budge. The bastard deserved to be annoyed in his opinion.
Shuichi put his hand on Eiri's shaft, jerking it up and down as he gently sucked on the head, his tongue caressing what flesh it could while he moved his lips.
Eiri's eyes fluttered shut as his head tilted back slightly, and he sighed. A breathy moan parted his lips, and a word slipped through. "Shuichi..." He bit his lip. It was over now. There was no way he could continue to cover this from Tatsuha.
Tatsuha's eye twitched, realization hitting him squarely in the crotch. Eiri.. was not supposed to ever look like that, or make those noises. "Oh, hell no." His eyes were wide and he cursed loudly as he headed for the door. He made a point to leave the container behind. "I hope both of you rot in Hell, you bastards!"
Shuichi...didn't stop, even as Tatsuha was leaving. Now he took Eiri into his mouth again, making sure that he was looking down at him before very obviously sliding his hand into his own shorts.
"I'm going to kill you..." Eiri spoke softly, still somehow overwhelmed by Shuichi's actions, yet personally irked by the circumstance. He closed his eyes, his hand lifting from the chair arm to his own bangs, sifting through the blonde locks and becoming lightly tangled. For the moment, he was losing interest in what just happened to Tatsuha. His mind was too preoccupied.
Shuichi pulled off very slowly, speaking with his lips still against the author's cock. "Oh, really? You don't-" he paused to flick his tongue over its tip- "like this, then?" His hand was still moving over his own erection, and he let out a moan, looking up to see Eiri's face again...because he liked the looks that he was getting tonight.
Another wince. His body was being tortured, and it began to ache for release. He gasped when the boy flicked his tongue over the tip of his erection, and he fought back a needy sob. "Please..." It really wasn't often he would have to ask to get off, and he didn't appreciate having to do it, but his body had been waiting long enough.
Shuichi giggled a little to himself, moving his hand over the other man's shaft very slowly as he spoke. "What was that, Yuki?" He wanted to hear it again...but he wondered if he was pushing his luck. His own body was screaming at him for its -own- release, but that wouldn't come for some time now.
Tatsuha had locked himself in Eiri's bathroom by this time, muttering curses at Eiri and Shu even though they couldn't hear him. He wasnt about to just sit and suffer like the last time they did this to him. He undid his pants and kicked them off onto the floor. Bastard deserved to have his bathroom desecrated.
Out of the generosity he somehow found in his heart, he treated the boy to another tiny plea. "Please, Shuichi..." His hand dropped from his own hair to Shuichi's, affectionately brushing through the thick locks of hair. Again, he bit his lip. It was his most powerful defense against sound.
Shuichi moaned, closing his eyes and taking Eiri's cock into his mouth again, sucking on it as he moved his head up and down, now really wanting Eiri to come, wanting the satisfaction of having his warm come flood his mouth, hearing that hitch in his breath...he groaned against Eiri's erection, knowing that it would just enhance the feelings that he was getting from this.
He choked back a sob as his pleas were answered, multiplied by the vibration of the singer's throat as he groaned around him. His head tilted back, resting against the chair, and he felt his heartrate continuing to climb. Finally, he was sure that his release would be permitted.
Tatsuha never really wore boxers, he thought of them more like sleep shorts than underwear, thus his bottom half was now naked. He looked down at his erection and narrowed his eyes. "Traitor."
Shuichi sucked just a little harder, and moved just a little faster...more, just a little more...another groan came from his throat as he continued, wanting nothing more than to get his lover off. His hand ceased moving over his own erection, and it moved back up to squeeze Eiri's sac, doing as much as he could to get the other man off.
Before Eiri could realize what was happening, and before he could make any other reaction, his hips bucked and he choked on a breath of air, his release surging out of his body almost beyond his comprehension. He groaned loudly, using his last bit of clear thought to control his hips. He emptied himself inside Shuichi's mouth, wincing back the pleasure as he absorbed it through his body almost painfully.
Shuichi made a soft sound as Eiri came, making sure to swallow it all as it entered his mouth. After Eiri had finished, he pulled off of him, licking his cock until he was satisfied that it was completely clean before looking up at him, licking his lips with a smirk.
He wrapped his fingers firmly around the base of his erection, leaning back against the bathroom counter to steady himself as he began to stroke himself. "Stupid Aniki, stupid Shu, stupid dick." He muttered.
He felt that his shoulders were being pressed back against the chair as his body relaxed. Catching his breath, he watched Shuichi with a look of satisfaction. This little creature was certainly useful. Oh, he was cynical even in the back of his mind, wasn't he? He affectionately stroked Shuichi's cheek. No, this one certainly had more uses than that...
Shuichi smiled and then pushed Eiri's chair back, standing up in front of him with a lusty look in his eyes...before running his hand lightly over his own erection. Hm, what was to be done about that? Half of him just wanted to get Eiri in bed to snuggle...and the other half wanted to do something about the throbbing flesh between his legs.
He slows his strokes down until he finally stops. Instead, he decides to tease himself by lightly ghosting his fingertips up and down the underside of his cock. He lets a soft moan escape his lips as he closes his eyes, letting his imagination replace his own hands with a more famous pair.
Eiri's eyebrows raised with interest as he was pretty much given a live show. His interest was further expressed as his fingers danced along the boy's side, gliding over the curves of his body. He intentionally ignored his erection, deciding to give him a small taste of his own medicine.
Shuichi bit his lip, looking at Eiri's face. "Please.." It wasn't hard to get him to beg, really. Any bit of dominance that he'd had had vanished when Eiri's hands touched his side. "Yuki..." needed this so badly, whatever 'this' was...he just needed his release, however Eiri would give it to him.
He kept his eyes closed as he rubbed at his tip with his thumb. Tatsuha moved his other hand to gently scrape his blunt nails from his base to where his thumb was. Tatsuha's breath hitched in his throat and he bucked into his hands.
Eiri continued to watch the boy, deeply admiring that he could torture him simply by doing nothing. He continued to enjoy this for a moment before rubbing along Shuichi's hip. Then, he reached for and curled his fingers around the base of Shuichi's erection, and he patiently moved forward, barely brushing the tip of his tongue along the tip of his erection.
Shuichi shivered. Okay, yes, contact was nice, but...he wanted more. He had a feeling that Eiri was going to try to get -him- back now...was this to be an endless cycle? His hand reached up to tangle its fingers in Eiri's hair, pulling at it a little as he tried not to let his hips thrust towards Eiri just yet.
Without hesitation, Eiri placed his hands on Shuichi's hips as a precautionary measure. Then, he took in as much of the needy organ as he could contain. He immediately tightened his lips around him, and began a quick back and forth motion against him, sucking forcefully. He played a little game with himself in doing this. He wanted to see how quickly he could get Shuichi off. He relaxed his throat, assuring the back of his mind to shut off his gag reflexes before allowing him in deeper. Finally, his lips reached to and pressed against the base of his shaft. He made a tiny sound at the back of his throat to offer more stimulation.
Tatsuha decided he had enough of teasing and wrapped his fingers tightly back around himself. He had to use one hand to hold onto the counter top so he wouldn't fall over. That would be embarrassing, plus it would probably hurt like a bitch. He worked himself over with a steady rhythm as he panted and moaned softly. He wasn't ever loud unless he had a partner.
Shuichi let his head tip back as he let out a high-pitched moan. He was already so ready to come, his body was already begging for it...stupid, STUPID Yuki had to be so good at this...clenching his eyes shut, he half-moaned, half-whined, "Yuukiiiiii...so...close...just..," his nails gently scratching at the other man's scalp.
He sucked harder, barely curling his tongue upward to allow the tip to rub against the bottom of his erection as he continued to move him in and out of the back of his throat. He dug his nails gently into Shuichi's hips, urging him to release upon his own will.
Tatsuha's eye twitched when he heard Shuichi. He started to move his hand faster, wondering if he could maybe beat the tiny singer.
Shuichi felt his body tensing, and he gripped the desk behind him, only managing an, "Oh, Yukiiiiii..." before coming hard, releasing into Eiri's mouth with a long groan as he struggled to stay standing, his body shuddering, his breath coming in pants.
He forced his mind to remain at ease as he willingly took the hot flow of semen into his mouth, swallowing what amount was given. Then, he removed his lips and he pulled the boy onto his lap. A grin played along his lips, his fingers gently running through the younger man's hair. He almost found him to be too adorable sometimes.
Damn, he lost. Ah, well, it wasn't like that was a bad thing. He gave himself a few more hard strokes before his back arched and his hips jerked forward as he came all over his hand. He leaned heavily against the counter, glaring down at his now very sticky hand. "Ugh. So going to get them for this." He panted out.
Shuichi smiled too, snuggling against Yuki in the chair as he let his breathing return to normal. He loved it when they had good nights like this, more than anything else. "Yuki..." He blushed, and smiled, and sighed happily.
Tatsuha went about cleaning himself up after he was sure his legs wouldn't buckle under him. He put his pants back on and wandered back out into the living room. He really hoped something would happen to that container he left in Eiri's office. That would serve them right.
Eiri scooped the boy up in his arms and stood up, carrying him out of the room. Luckily, Tatsuha left the door open on his way out, so there was no need to set him down. He wandered toward the bedroom, passing the livingroom on the way. He offered an uninterested look in Tatsuha's direction before slipping into the bedroom with Shuichi in his arms, and he set him upon the bed gently.
Tatsuha, for his part, only flicked them off as they passed.
Shuichi let go of Yuki's neck, which he had been clinging to, and looked up at him, his eyes reflecting a satisfied, and slightly tired, expression. "Yuki..." He reached up to pull Eiri down into a very gentle kiss, wanting that sort of an embrace right now.
Eiri welcomed the kiss, breaking it slowly before leaving Shuichi to rest, wandering out of the bedroom and into the livingroom. He removed his glasses with a tired sigh, holding them in his hand as he looked over to Tatsuha. "Hey, sorry about that. I tried to warn you."
Tatsuha lifted an eyebrow. "Warning would have been something more along the lines of, 'Hey Tatsuha, I'm getting sucked off right now, would you mind leaving?' I would have left if you said something like that."
Shuichi sighed and sighed up at the ceiling, waiting for Eiri to come back to him. He wanted to sleep with his lover as soon as he could.
"You probably would have been left mortified either way." He set his glasses on the table, picking up his box of Alphas and pulling out a cigarette, lighting it with the chic, silver lighter, which sported a picture of him and Shuichi. He took a deep drag off the cigarette before exhaling the smoke, and he glanced around the quiet, almost barren room. "...You want a blanket, or something?" Somehow, he was unusually nice after sex.
"Mm. Good point. I wouldn't have been subjected to so much moaning the other way though." He watched his brother suspiciously. "Yeah, a blanket would be cool." He fully expected he brother to say something like 'Too bad you can't have one.'
Eiri walked into the bedroom for a moment to retrieve a folded blanket. Then, he walked into the livingroom and threw it at his brother. Casually, he leaned over the table and put his cigarette out in his ashtray before wandering back into the bedroom.
