RP Log.
[Meant to be backdated]
Shuichi: Shuichi sat at his computer, puzzling at the screen. What did Eiri mean, he'd be away from the computer...he blinked at the words again. Oh, wait...he could mean...THAT...
Eiri: He made his way quickly to his favorite 'squeak toy', hoping that his words had yet to process as he crept into the room Shuichi sat in. Fortunately, he still appeared to be puzzled. Why he and Tatsuha were in separate rooms, he had yet to figure out. Their stupidity more than likely played a factor, he easily assumed. "I hope you had time to let him know." He spoke softly before firmly grasping the younger man's wrist, pulling him up and away from the computer.
Shuichi: Shuichi definitely squeaked, ending up against Eiri's body after he'd been pulled from his seat. "Y-yuki?" he said, looking up at the author with wide eyes. He hadn't let Tatsuha know, because he'd been too busy trying to figure out what Eiri was going to do. "What..." He felt a little thrill run through his body at the knowledge that Eiri had just come in to get -him-...it was always nice when he felt like Eiri actually wanted him.
Eiri: Of course, Eiri's charmed turned on immediately then. It was something very common. Sweet when he wanted sex, cold otherwise. He brushed the palm of his hand along Shuichi's cheek, secretly amused by the wide eyes blinking back at him. "You shouldn't waste your time on him." He leaned down and brushed his lips against the singer's, still grasping his wrist firmly.
Shuichi: Shuichi whimpered at the contact with Eiri's lips, long lashes brushing against his cheeks as his eyes clenched shut, his body pressing against Eiri's. Yes, he'd much rather be spending his time doing -this- than arguing with Tatsuha, though dammit, he would win this fight, if it was the last thing he ever did.
Eiri: Just as their lips broke contact in a painfully slow motion, Eiri released his wrist, his arm slipping around his waist. His other hand joined, dancing his fingers along the man's side before slipping easily into the baggy shorts his obnoxious lover adorned. With an unabashed grin playing along his lips, his hand gripped a perfectly shaped buttock.
Shuichi: Shuichi gasped when he felt that contact, and arched his back. "Yu...yukiii..." He bit his lip, his head tipping back a little bit. He wanted -more-, much more. "Please..." What he was asking for, he wasn't sure...or at least, he wasn't going to specify. He just wanted -Eiri-, and he wrapped his leg around one of the other man's, trying to pull him closer.
Eiri: He slipped his hand out, satisfied with the boy's need for him. He would, of course, never admit it, but knowing that he was needed so badly was an absolute comfort to him. He couldn't let Shuichi know that, though, could he? His arm moved and he concentrated on Shuichi's shorts, unbuttoning them harshly, causing the zipper to fly down from sheer force. He held the sides of the shorts before releasing them, allowing the heavy article of clothing to thump to the floor. "Who am I to keep you waiting?"
Shuichi: Shuichi's mind would probably break from the confusion if he knew that Eiri -liked- being needed. He shivered, opening his eyes and looking at Eiri again, his body tingling with anticipation. "I..." He didn't know what to say, not that it mattered. Talking wasn't necessary right now. Blushing a little, he tried to ignore his already-throbbing erection. It didn't take much to get him excited as it was, and Eiri being like this to him was just...irresistible.
Eiri: "Don't say anything...." He smiled calmly, gazing into his eyes, his own glittering with need. His hands eased their way under his shirt, and he raked his nails gently along the smooth skin hidden beneath. He simply wanted to devour this boy. Quickly, he lifted the shirt over Shuichi's head, tossing it to the floor.
Shuichi: Shuichi looked at Eiri, his eyes full of many things, the most prominent being lust. He wouldn't say anything, then...that was no problem. He was now completely nude, standing in front of his lover...and somehow, the fact that Eiri was still fully clothed was terribly erotic. But...he wanted those clothes off, anyway, and he began shakily fiddling with the buttons on Eiri's shirt.
Eiri: Eiri fought back a chuckle as he watched Shuichi's hands fumble every so-often while attempting to unbutton his shirt. It was cute to him that he was this way, but on the other side of the coin, it upset him to be distanced this way. He waited until his shirt was unbuttoned before shrugging it off his shoulders. Then, he escorted him to the bed, pushing him back upon it and crawling over him, immediately diving for his neck, which he gently nipped at.
Shuichi: Shuichi let out a soft, high moan, arching his body up against Eiri at the little bite. He bit his lip again, and one hand gripped Eiri's upper arm as his erection made contact with the other man's pants. Yes...this was what he wanted. He loved having Eiri above him, controlling him...wanting him...and though his body was screaming at him for more, he also loved letting Eiri take his time, letting him do whatever he wanted. Eiri's domination only made Shuichi feel more completely loved.
Eiri: Slender digits raked gently through Shuichi's pink hair, and he curled a lock around his finger, lifting his lips to meet his once more. Somehow, every inch of his body smelled or tasted of fruit, and he adored it -- craved it. He bit lightly at the boy's lower lip, tugging at the soft flesh before delving his tongue inside the crevice. He was delicious.
Shuichi: Though he would never use those words, Shuichi found Eiri to be quite delicious himself. The other man's scent and taste was always...clean, fresh somehow, with a bit of mint thrown in...well, that was how he tasted when he hadn't been drinking all day. Shuichi returned the kiss, his lips gently working against Eiri's as he slid his tongue against the other's, moaning into his mouth.
Eiri: Eiri reached into the nearby nightstand blindly, still distracted by their kiss. He successfully sought out the small bottle he was looking for and flipped it open, turning it upside-down and talentedly pouring the contents into the palm of his hand. With his hand effectively covered in lubricant, he gripped the shaft of his erection, the pad of his thumb brushing over the tip. The bottle was lost somewhere, neglected after its purpose was found.
Shuichi: Shuichi's back arched up harder, and he whimpered into Eiri's mouth as his eyes clenched shut. That felt...so good, so very good...when he wanted to, Eiri could be a very good lover. Oh, who was he kidding, even when he didn't particularly want to, he was still amazing. A drop of precome slid out of the tip of his cock as a shocking little whisper flew over his skin. He'd have moaned Eiri's name, had he not been so preoccupied with the kiss.
Eiri: He broke the kiss with a blink. He couldn't tell if it was lubricant, or if Shuichi was already being affected by his touch. A smirk played along his lips, and he abandoned the needy organ. If Shuichi was going to enjoy himself this much, he wouldn't hesitate to follow. Using his dry hand, he reached down to unbuckle the belt around his own pants, struggling patiently to free his own aching arousal.
Shuichi: Shuichi heard the belt unbuckling, and felt himself flush. He moaned into Eiri's mouth again, gently scraping the other man's tongue with his teeth. He wanted to feel Eiri's cock...inside him, against him, whatever...he just wanted it, and wanted it badly. His hand reached down to aid Eiri's, and he slid it inside, shuddering as he imagined his mouth there instead of his fingers.
Eiri: His eyebrow twitched with satisfaction as he felt a curious hand slip inside his pants. His hand attacked the button, allowing Shuichi's hand to roam more freely. He carefully shifted out of the pants and boxers that accompanied them, and he sighed softly into the kiss as he felt his erection meet with the cold air of the night.
Shuichi: Shuichi didn't let his erection meet that air for long- soon, his hand had wrapped around it, and he proceeded to jerk it up and down, slowly, gripping it firmly, just the way that he knew Eiri liked it. His own erection gave a neglected throb, and he tensed, pressing his body up against Eiri's. So what if he got lube on Eiri's stomach...he needed the contact.
Eiri: Eiri's eyelids fluttered shut as he felt Shuichi's hand over his erection, ignoring the anxiousness of Shuichi's hip movements for a moment as he greedily enjoyed the pleasure radiating throughout his body. He barely pulled out of the kiss, treating the boy to a soft whisper. "Shuichi..."
Shuichi: God, how he loved that voice. That voice, that could make him feel so wanted, so loved...so insatiably turned-on. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Eiri, his eyes pleading for something that he didn't voice, his hand still moving. He watched Eiri, wanting to see his face as he moved his hand a little faster. He loved that he could make his lover feel good.
Eiri: He bowed his head lightly, his lips coaxed open with a soft exhale. He had to have him. Now. He had to be inside of him. Again, he grabbed Shuichi's wrist, immediately stopping the movement over his shaft, and he felt Shuichi release his grip. Without word, without warning, he flipped Shuichi over, exposing his backside to him. Lovely. He could wreak all the havoc he wanted on this slim body.
Shuichi: Shuichi let out a cry of surprise, gripping the pillow that his face was now pressed to. "Yuki...ahh.." He whimpered, waiting for Eiri to be inside of him...because he wanted it, and he wanted it -badly-...almost badly enough that he would let Eiri do it without preparation. Almost. Somewhere in his head, he congratulated himself for getting Eiri this worked up...but that thought was lost among his desires to have Eiri slamming into him, fucking him hard, taking pleasure from his body.
Eiri: Using the product still left on his hand, he coated his erection with a thin layer of lubricant. He was almost too anxious to prepare. He wanted to delve into him without thought, without a tinge of compassion. But, with what amount of compassion was still surfaced, he removed his hand from his own shaft and eased his index and middle fingers inside the boy, almost forcefully. Carefully, he began an in-and-out motion, separating his fingers in a movement like scissors as he did so.
Shuichi: Shuichi bit the pillow as Eiri's fingers entered him, muffling a squeal into it. Yes...yes, that felt good...and eventually, he removed his teeth from the pillow and moaned out his approval of Eiri's actions, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth wide open. His hips pressed back against Eiri's hands, and he spread his legs as widely as he could, wanting to give Eiri as much aid in his task as he could...because he wanted those fingers to be replaced as soon as possible.
Eiri: He leaned over him, kissing gently along his spine as he listened to the singer's cries-- it really was music to his ears. He grinned softly as his hands moved faster, though his impatience really was growing. He whispered softly, his breath tickling his skin. "Tell Tatsuha how much you want this."
Shuichi: Shuichi bit his lip, and then let out with a string of loud moans and exclamations. "Yuki...ah...yes, more, PLEASE..." With every cry, his voice got louder, until he was even working -himself- up more (if that was even possible). His body shook, needing to feel Eiri inside of it...needing the stimulation that only the other man's erection could bring it. "Please...need you...now..."
Eiri: His hands slowed as punishment, and he was almost visibly amused now. "Don't tell me, I said to tell Tatsuha." Another tiny trail of kisses brushed along Shuichi's back. "I think he needs to know."
Shuichi: Shuichi moaned in protest at Eiri slowing down, a darker blush painting his cheeks. "I..." Ordinarily, he wouldn't have done something like this, but he needed Eiri badly enough right now that he couldn't stop himself. "Ta-kun...Ta-kun, I want...I want...Yuki..." He was half-moaning, half-yelling it, as loudly as he could. He just wanted more, and his hips worked even harder, trying to push Eiri's fingers deeper into him. His voice dropped again. "Please, Yuki..."
Tatsuha: "For Christ's sake, Aniki! FUCK HIM ALREADY!!"
Eiri: He grinned, figuring that Tatsuha had been disturbed enough at this point. With a very faint chuckle, he withdrew his fingers, and whispered again, "Nicely done." He brought his hand up to rest against the boy's side and guided his member inside the tiny opening with excruciating patience. He bowed his head, closing his eyes as he felt his erection ease inside the boy, inch by inch.
Shuichi: Shuichi took every inch, like the obedient boy that he apparently was..."Ah...Yuki, yes...more..." He couldn't help it, the words came by themselves when they were in bed. He grabbed the headboard, using his arms to help push himself back onto Yuki's erection, too. He felt his own cock begging to be touched, but the absence of pressure upon it was sweet torture in itself.
Eiri: After a moment's hesitation, he skipped past patience and wrapped an arm around Shuichi, pushing inside him roughly, delving in as much as his body was physically capable. He winced lightly, choking back a small breath of air as he worked his hips against him.
Shuichi: Shuichi really preferred being able to see Eiri's face as they fucked, but...no matter. He loved it any way Eiri decided to give it. With each thrust of Eiri's, Shuichi let out a moan, each movement forcing his body to tense more and more. He wasn't sure how much he could take tonight, but he was going to try to hold out for as long as he could, because he wanted to give -Eiri- as much pleasure as he could. "More...Yu...ki..more..."
Eiri: Generously, his fingers spread out along his stomach as his hand moved down, toward his erection, and he gripped the shaft tightly, curling his fingers around it before initiating a movement that nearly matched his hips. He groaned softly under his breath, holding back so as not to treat small ears to too much. He wasn't quite -that- giving.
Shuichi: Shuichi's body tensed as he felt Eiri's hand wrap around his erection. Yes, that was definitely more. "Yu..ki..that...yes..." He couldn't form sentences, not that it mattered, not that it was -expected-, either. His fingers gripped the headboard, and his moans escalated, as did the sensations in his body...but still, he tried to hold back.
Eiri: He leaned closer, his lips brushing over his ear gently, and his almost shakey breath danced over each curve. "Don't... hold back... Shuichi..." He closed his eyes, knowing that he himself was on edge. But, he still wanted to give Shuichi the first honor. He opened his eyes, watching the singer as he clawed anxiously at the bed. It somehow increased his arousal tenfold, simply watching him suffer beneath him. He traced his tongue along the outer rim of his ear, tempting the boy.
Shuichi: Shuichi whimpered, his body unable to take the stimulation any longer now that his mind's anxiety had been quieted. Desperately holding on to the bed, he shuddered, his hips thrusting back against Eiri as he felt the tension in his abdomen coil tighter and then release, his come spilling over Eiri's hand and onto the sheets as he yelled out, "Yuki...YUKI!", the second exclamation ending in a shaky moan.
Eiri: Eiri's cheeks flushed as he felt Shuichi's body tense around him, and he pushed harder as his mind focused solely on his own climax. Each thrust became dedicated to this until he was finally pushed over the edge by Shuichi's cries, and he cried out in pleasure, gripping Shuichi's side as he delivered several last thrusts, coming inside of him as he winced tightly. "Agh, Shuichi!"
Shuichi: Shuichi panted, emitting all sorts of little sounds as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He let go his death grip of the bed, and his body went a little bit limp, his face mushing itself into the pillow again. "Mfmmfmff, Mmfmf." His body was covered in sweat, but he didn't care...he was exhausted now, and...well, very satisfied.
Eiri: He tried to gather his composure as quickly as possible, pulling out of the tight opening slowly. He took a deep breath, accompanied by a quick exhale. Tenderly, he brushed back a lock of Shuichi's hair, curiously watching him. Then, he gingerly rolled him over and pulled him into his arms, holding him close. It was a rare act of kindness from him, but he felt compelled to be close to him.
Shuichi: Shuichi snuggled into Eiri's embrace, feeling very content right then. He repeated what he had said a moment before, but without the pillow in the way this time, his lips brushing against Eiri's as he did. "I love you, Yuki..," it came, in a soft voice.
Eiri: There was a small pause as his lips were teased by Shuichi's, and he closed his eyes softly, placing a hand to the boy's cheek. It was soft, almost inaudible, but it was there. "I love you, too..."
Shuichi: Shuichi smiled very slightly, blushing...he adored hearing that the most. Those words meant more to him than anything. "Goodnight, Yuki.."
Shuichi: Shuichi sat at his computer, puzzling at the screen. What did Eiri mean, he'd be away from the computer...he blinked at the words again. Oh, wait...he could mean...THAT...
Eiri: He made his way quickly to his favorite 'squeak toy', hoping that his words had yet to process as he crept into the room Shuichi sat in. Fortunately, he still appeared to be puzzled. Why he and Tatsuha were in separate rooms, he had yet to figure out. Their stupidity more than likely played a factor, he easily assumed. "I hope you had time to let him know." He spoke softly before firmly grasping the younger man's wrist, pulling him up and away from the computer.
Shuichi: Shuichi definitely squeaked, ending up against Eiri's body after he'd been pulled from his seat. "Y-yuki?" he said, looking up at the author with wide eyes. He hadn't let Tatsuha know, because he'd been too busy trying to figure out what Eiri was going to do. "What..." He felt a little thrill run through his body at the knowledge that Eiri had just come in to get -him-...it was always nice when he felt like Eiri actually wanted him.
Eiri: Of course, Eiri's charmed turned on immediately then. It was something very common. Sweet when he wanted sex, cold otherwise. He brushed the palm of his hand along Shuichi's cheek, secretly amused by the wide eyes blinking back at him. "You shouldn't waste your time on him." He leaned down and brushed his lips against the singer's, still grasping his wrist firmly.
Shuichi: Shuichi whimpered at the contact with Eiri's lips, long lashes brushing against his cheeks as his eyes clenched shut, his body pressing against Eiri's. Yes, he'd much rather be spending his time doing -this- than arguing with Tatsuha, though dammit, he would win this fight, if it was the last thing he ever did.
Eiri: Just as their lips broke contact in a painfully slow motion, Eiri released his wrist, his arm slipping around his waist. His other hand joined, dancing his fingers along the man's side before slipping easily into the baggy shorts his obnoxious lover adorned. With an unabashed grin playing along his lips, his hand gripped a perfectly shaped buttock.
Shuichi: Shuichi gasped when he felt that contact, and arched his back. "Yu...yukiii..." He bit his lip, his head tipping back a little bit. He wanted -more-, much more. "Please..." What he was asking for, he wasn't sure...or at least, he wasn't going to specify. He just wanted -Eiri-, and he wrapped his leg around one of the other man's, trying to pull him closer.
Eiri: He slipped his hand out, satisfied with the boy's need for him. He would, of course, never admit it, but knowing that he was needed so badly was an absolute comfort to him. He couldn't let Shuichi know that, though, could he? His arm moved and he concentrated on Shuichi's shorts, unbuttoning them harshly, causing the zipper to fly down from sheer force. He held the sides of the shorts before releasing them, allowing the heavy article of clothing to thump to the floor. "Who am I to keep you waiting?"
Shuichi: Shuichi's mind would probably break from the confusion if he knew that Eiri -liked- being needed. He shivered, opening his eyes and looking at Eiri again, his body tingling with anticipation. "I..." He didn't know what to say, not that it mattered. Talking wasn't necessary right now. Blushing a little, he tried to ignore his already-throbbing erection. It didn't take much to get him excited as it was, and Eiri being like this to him was just...irresistible.
Eiri: "Don't say anything...." He smiled calmly, gazing into his eyes, his own glittering with need. His hands eased their way under his shirt, and he raked his nails gently along the smooth skin hidden beneath. He simply wanted to devour this boy. Quickly, he lifted the shirt over Shuichi's head, tossing it to the floor.
Shuichi: Shuichi looked at Eiri, his eyes full of many things, the most prominent being lust. He wouldn't say anything, then...that was no problem. He was now completely nude, standing in front of his lover...and somehow, the fact that Eiri was still fully clothed was terribly erotic. But...he wanted those clothes off, anyway, and he began shakily fiddling with the buttons on Eiri's shirt.
Eiri: Eiri fought back a chuckle as he watched Shuichi's hands fumble every so-often while attempting to unbutton his shirt. It was cute to him that he was this way, but on the other side of the coin, it upset him to be distanced this way. He waited until his shirt was unbuttoned before shrugging it off his shoulders. Then, he escorted him to the bed, pushing him back upon it and crawling over him, immediately diving for his neck, which he gently nipped at.
Shuichi: Shuichi let out a soft, high moan, arching his body up against Eiri at the little bite. He bit his lip again, and one hand gripped Eiri's upper arm as his erection made contact with the other man's pants. Yes...this was what he wanted. He loved having Eiri above him, controlling him...wanting him...and though his body was screaming at him for more, he also loved letting Eiri take his time, letting him do whatever he wanted. Eiri's domination only made Shuichi feel more completely loved.
Eiri: Slender digits raked gently through Shuichi's pink hair, and he curled a lock around his finger, lifting his lips to meet his once more. Somehow, every inch of his body smelled or tasted of fruit, and he adored it -- craved it. He bit lightly at the boy's lower lip, tugging at the soft flesh before delving his tongue inside the crevice. He was delicious.
Shuichi: Though he would never use those words, Shuichi found Eiri to be quite delicious himself. The other man's scent and taste was always...clean, fresh somehow, with a bit of mint thrown in...well, that was how he tasted when he hadn't been drinking all day. Shuichi returned the kiss, his lips gently working against Eiri's as he slid his tongue against the other's, moaning into his mouth.
Eiri: Eiri reached into the nearby nightstand blindly, still distracted by their kiss. He successfully sought out the small bottle he was looking for and flipped it open, turning it upside-down and talentedly pouring the contents into the palm of his hand. With his hand effectively covered in lubricant, he gripped the shaft of his erection, the pad of his thumb brushing over the tip. The bottle was lost somewhere, neglected after its purpose was found.
Shuichi: Shuichi's back arched up harder, and he whimpered into Eiri's mouth as his eyes clenched shut. That felt...so good, so very good...when he wanted to, Eiri could be a very good lover. Oh, who was he kidding, even when he didn't particularly want to, he was still amazing. A drop of precome slid out of the tip of his cock as a shocking little whisper flew over his skin. He'd have moaned Eiri's name, had he not been so preoccupied with the kiss.
Eiri: He broke the kiss with a blink. He couldn't tell if it was lubricant, or if Shuichi was already being affected by his touch. A smirk played along his lips, and he abandoned the needy organ. If Shuichi was going to enjoy himself this much, he wouldn't hesitate to follow. Using his dry hand, he reached down to unbuckle the belt around his own pants, struggling patiently to free his own aching arousal.
Shuichi: Shuichi heard the belt unbuckling, and felt himself flush. He moaned into Eiri's mouth again, gently scraping the other man's tongue with his teeth. He wanted to feel Eiri's cock...inside him, against him, whatever...he just wanted it, and wanted it badly. His hand reached down to aid Eiri's, and he slid it inside, shuddering as he imagined his mouth there instead of his fingers.
Eiri: His eyebrow twitched with satisfaction as he felt a curious hand slip inside his pants. His hand attacked the button, allowing Shuichi's hand to roam more freely. He carefully shifted out of the pants and boxers that accompanied them, and he sighed softly into the kiss as he felt his erection meet with the cold air of the night.
Shuichi: Shuichi didn't let his erection meet that air for long- soon, his hand had wrapped around it, and he proceeded to jerk it up and down, slowly, gripping it firmly, just the way that he knew Eiri liked it. His own erection gave a neglected throb, and he tensed, pressing his body up against Eiri's. So what if he got lube on Eiri's stomach...he needed the contact.
Eiri: Eiri's eyelids fluttered shut as he felt Shuichi's hand over his erection, ignoring the anxiousness of Shuichi's hip movements for a moment as he greedily enjoyed the pleasure radiating throughout his body. He barely pulled out of the kiss, treating the boy to a soft whisper. "Shuichi..."
Shuichi: God, how he loved that voice. That voice, that could make him feel so wanted, so loved...so insatiably turned-on. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Eiri, his eyes pleading for something that he didn't voice, his hand still moving. He watched Eiri, wanting to see his face as he moved his hand a little faster. He loved that he could make his lover feel good.
Eiri: He bowed his head lightly, his lips coaxed open with a soft exhale. He had to have him. Now. He had to be inside of him. Again, he grabbed Shuichi's wrist, immediately stopping the movement over his shaft, and he felt Shuichi release his grip. Without word, without warning, he flipped Shuichi over, exposing his backside to him. Lovely. He could wreak all the havoc he wanted on this slim body.
Shuichi: Shuichi let out a cry of surprise, gripping the pillow that his face was now pressed to. "Yuki...ahh.." He whimpered, waiting for Eiri to be inside of him...because he wanted it, and he wanted it -badly-...almost badly enough that he would let Eiri do it without preparation. Almost. Somewhere in his head, he congratulated himself for getting Eiri this worked up...but that thought was lost among his desires to have Eiri slamming into him, fucking him hard, taking pleasure from his body.
Eiri: Using the product still left on his hand, he coated his erection with a thin layer of lubricant. He was almost too anxious to prepare. He wanted to delve into him without thought, without a tinge of compassion. But, with what amount of compassion was still surfaced, he removed his hand from his own shaft and eased his index and middle fingers inside the boy, almost forcefully. Carefully, he began an in-and-out motion, separating his fingers in a movement like scissors as he did so.
Shuichi: Shuichi bit the pillow as Eiri's fingers entered him, muffling a squeal into it. Yes...yes, that felt good...and eventually, he removed his teeth from the pillow and moaned out his approval of Eiri's actions, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth wide open. His hips pressed back against Eiri's hands, and he spread his legs as widely as he could, wanting to give Eiri as much aid in his task as he could...because he wanted those fingers to be replaced as soon as possible.
Eiri: He leaned over him, kissing gently along his spine as he listened to the singer's cries-- it really was music to his ears. He grinned softly as his hands moved faster, though his impatience really was growing. He whispered softly, his breath tickling his skin. "Tell Tatsuha how much you want this."
Shuichi: Shuichi bit his lip, and then let out with a string of loud moans and exclamations. "Yuki...ah...yes, more, PLEASE..." With every cry, his voice got louder, until he was even working -himself- up more (if that was even possible). His body shook, needing to feel Eiri inside of it...needing the stimulation that only the other man's erection could bring it. "Please...need you...now..."
Eiri: His hands slowed as punishment, and he was almost visibly amused now. "Don't tell me, I said to tell Tatsuha." Another tiny trail of kisses brushed along Shuichi's back. "I think he needs to know."
Shuichi: Shuichi moaned in protest at Eiri slowing down, a darker blush painting his cheeks. "I..." Ordinarily, he wouldn't have done something like this, but he needed Eiri badly enough right now that he couldn't stop himself. "Ta-kun...Ta-kun, I want...I want...Yuki..." He was half-moaning, half-yelling it, as loudly as he could. He just wanted more, and his hips worked even harder, trying to push Eiri's fingers deeper into him. His voice dropped again. "Please, Yuki..."
Tatsuha: "For Christ's sake, Aniki! FUCK HIM ALREADY!!"
Eiri: He grinned, figuring that Tatsuha had been disturbed enough at this point. With a very faint chuckle, he withdrew his fingers, and whispered again, "Nicely done." He brought his hand up to rest against the boy's side and guided his member inside the tiny opening with excruciating patience. He bowed his head, closing his eyes as he felt his erection ease inside the boy, inch by inch.
Shuichi: Shuichi took every inch, like the obedient boy that he apparently was..."Ah...Yuki, yes...more..." He couldn't help it, the words came by themselves when they were in bed. He grabbed the headboard, using his arms to help push himself back onto Yuki's erection, too. He felt his own cock begging to be touched, but the absence of pressure upon it was sweet torture in itself.
Eiri: After a moment's hesitation, he skipped past patience and wrapped an arm around Shuichi, pushing inside him roughly, delving in as much as his body was physically capable. He winced lightly, choking back a small breath of air as he worked his hips against him.
Shuichi: Shuichi really preferred being able to see Eiri's face as they fucked, but...no matter. He loved it any way Eiri decided to give it. With each thrust of Eiri's, Shuichi let out a moan, each movement forcing his body to tense more and more. He wasn't sure how much he could take tonight, but he was going to try to hold out for as long as he could, because he wanted to give -Eiri- as much pleasure as he could. "More...Yu...ki..more..."
Eiri: Generously, his fingers spread out along his stomach as his hand moved down, toward his erection, and he gripped the shaft tightly, curling his fingers around it before initiating a movement that nearly matched his hips. He groaned softly under his breath, holding back so as not to treat small ears to too much. He wasn't quite -that- giving.
Shuichi: Shuichi's body tensed as he felt Eiri's hand wrap around his erection. Yes, that was definitely more. "Yu..ki..that...yes..." He couldn't form sentences, not that it mattered, not that it was -expected-, either. His fingers gripped the headboard, and his moans escalated, as did the sensations in his body...but still, he tried to hold back.
Eiri: He leaned closer, his lips brushing over his ear gently, and his almost shakey breath danced over each curve. "Don't... hold back... Shuichi..." He closed his eyes, knowing that he himself was on edge. But, he still wanted to give Shuichi the first honor. He opened his eyes, watching the singer as he clawed anxiously at the bed. It somehow increased his arousal tenfold, simply watching him suffer beneath him. He traced his tongue along the outer rim of his ear, tempting the boy.
Shuichi: Shuichi whimpered, his body unable to take the stimulation any longer now that his mind's anxiety had been quieted. Desperately holding on to the bed, he shuddered, his hips thrusting back against Eiri as he felt the tension in his abdomen coil tighter and then release, his come spilling over Eiri's hand and onto the sheets as he yelled out, "Yuki...YUKI!", the second exclamation ending in a shaky moan.
Eiri: Eiri's cheeks flushed as he felt Shuichi's body tense around him, and he pushed harder as his mind focused solely on his own climax. Each thrust became dedicated to this until he was finally pushed over the edge by Shuichi's cries, and he cried out in pleasure, gripping Shuichi's side as he delivered several last thrusts, coming inside of him as he winced tightly. "Agh, Shuichi!"
Shuichi: Shuichi panted, emitting all sorts of little sounds as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He let go his death grip of the bed, and his body went a little bit limp, his face mushing itself into the pillow again. "Mfmmfmff, Mmfmf." His body was covered in sweat, but he didn't care...he was exhausted now, and...well, very satisfied.
Eiri: He tried to gather his composure as quickly as possible, pulling out of the tight opening slowly. He took a deep breath, accompanied by a quick exhale. Tenderly, he brushed back a lock of Shuichi's hair, curiously watching him. Then, he gingerly rolled him over and pulled him into his arms, holding him close. It was a rare act of kindness from him, but he felt compelled to be close to him.
Shuichi: Shuichi snuggled into Eiri's embrace, feeling very content right then. He repeated what he had said a moment before, but without the pillow in the way this time, his lips brushing against Eiri's as he did. "I love you, Yuki..," it came, in a soft voice.
Eiri: There was a small pause as his lips were teased by Shuichi's, and he closed his eyes softly, placing a hand to the boy's cheek. It was soft, almost inaudible, but it was there. "I love you, too..."
Shuichi: Shuichi smiled very slightly, blushing...he adored hearing that the most. Those words meant more to him than anything. "Goodnight, Yuki.."
