Lover\'s Games
Secondary
Chapter Two: Secondary
"Who said that Shuichi had to know?" Tohma asked,
fingers still tugged lightly at Eiri’s shirt, and he hung
his head slightly, his breathing still heavy. "Would it be
better if he was here too?"
That made Eiri laugh, just a rush of breath that passed his lips.
It was such an utterly Tohma thing for him to say. He ran his
hand up Tohma’s ribs, tickling him. "I don’t make
it a point to lie and deceive,
here, but I promised him that when he comes home, I’ll be
alone. Lie down on the couch, Tohma."
Tohma quickly moved, as Eiri had told him. He usually wouldn't
listen to such an order, but it was Eiri, and he would do
anything for Eiri, no matter the situation. He watched the blonde
novelist with rapt attention.
"That’s a good boy, Tohma." It amused Eiri to
treat Tohma in that manner, even playfully. With Tohma on his
back, he was able to peel away the man’s shoes, dropping
them to the floor. Then came the silk socks. Discarded of these
accessories, the pants were able to slip away from his thighs,
down his calves, and into a puddle on the floor. "I guess I
am just a selfish bastard." He grabbed Tohma’s wrists,
lifting them up above his head, as he stretched his longer body
and lowered himself on top of Tohma. No space was left between
them; skin stuck to skin.
Tohma really was a thin man. His power came from his presence,
from the severity of his soft voice. Eiri liked that, but not as
much as he liked having Tohma underneath him. "Rage, would
you please open my pants? My hands are busy."
And they were. Keeping Tohma down, enjoying the dominance of the
man who usually dominated him; the only man who ever dominated
him, controlled and told him what to do. He began to bite Tohma.
First Eiri bit his ear, then his nose, his chin, his jaw, down
his slim neck and delicate shoulders, growling softly against him.
Rage went back to stroking herself, slowly as there wasn't much
to watch and she didn't want to come before the show even got
going again. She reached across and opened Eiri’s pants,
letting her fingers brush slowly over him.
Tohma pushed up against him, seeking contact. He wanted to touch
him, but was finding that difficult. He pushed his hips against
Eiri's, a series of pleasured growls and cry’s pouring from
his throat.
Eiri’s mouth came to nestle against the shell of Tohma’s
ear, lifting his hips slightly. "Do you see that Tohma? This
is my own little harem. I don’t even have to undress myself.
I can focus entirely on you." He looked over his shoulder,
jerking his head to the side a bit. "Don’t forget to
remove them. Shoes first, then pants. I need them off. I’m
sure Tohma wants them off… don’t you, Tohma?" He
gave him no time to reply clamping Tohma’s bottom lip
between his teeth and slowly digging his teeth into it. But he
stopped before Tohma would feel any pain, sucking on it with soft
moaning sounds, broken and halting. After he let go of Tohma’s
lip, Eiri’s tongue came out, flicking against the swollen
lip.
Rage moved down Eiri’s body, hands caressing, stroking the
leg she had access to, caressing his thigh, knee, calves, ankles.
She slipped off his shoes and socks, kissing the sole of his
feet, licking his ankles before working her way back up his body
to work on his pants. She licked, kissed and nipped her way down
each bit of revealed flesh.
Tohma’s response was a faltering cry. His nails dug into the
writer’s shoulder, as he ground his hips against the other,
the friction causing him to hold tighter. He wrapped his leg
around Eiri's waist, pulling his hips against his own.
Eiri shivered under the light placement of expert feminine
fingers and lips. It made him squirm more, which was in part
purposeful since squirming meant squirming against Tohma, now
with both bodies naked and free to touch without hindrance.
And he certainly did like a woman whom could take initiative to
get what she wanted.
Nose against nose, his head was light and dizzy. It was all he
could do to focus on Tohma, giving him a lustful stare, full of
intent. When Tohma’s thighs hugged his hips, he slid his
knees up a bit to support him with the slight change in position.
Able to prop himself up with the hands still clutching the thin
wrists, starting to sweat as his temperature rose dangerously, he
ground against Tohma. Tormenting him, "You have to ask for
it, Tohma. That’s the only way you’ll get me. "
Rage smirked as she heard Eiri's words to Tohma, shifting
position to see both of them, wanting to see the Golden King
fall, if just a touch.
"Guh…" Tohma was having trouble finding his voice,
and he pulled Eiri's body tighter against his. "P-please..."
He pulled at his hands, wanting so badly to touch, to feel. The
pressure in his groin was now a throbbing sensation, almost
painful. He ground his hip into Eiri’s again, his breathing
heavy. "Please, Eiri..."
Rage wanted to hear him beg more, but knew Eiri probably wouldn't
make his old friend wait. Someday…she would get her chance
to hear him. She smirked at the pair and pulled her boot off,
removing a feather from the inside, leaning close to Eiri's
thigh, absently running the feather over his flesh, enough to
tickle, but not torture. To excite.
Eiri’s breath left him in a rush, like it was being forced
out of him. That desperate ‘Please’ in Tohma’s
voice made his back shiver. One hand at a time released Tohma’s
wrists, setting them free. Each was placed flat on the cushion
next to Tohma’s head, keeping himself propped. "Put
your arms around me, Tohma." He liked a tight grip around
him; it was one of that many changes that Shuichi brought about.
Before, he could barely stand to be touched. Now, he needed it.
"Just a little longer, Toh-"
A sharp gasp left his throat, face falling into the delicious
curve of Tohma’s neck. A quick look over his shoulder
revealed Rage and a feather. In an unconscious motion to get away
from its tickle- even though he enjoyed the sensation- he pushed
harder against Tohma. "Rage, I need you to fetch me
something. Something that I can use to make him nice and wet.
Come back here with something."
His eyes never left Tohma’s, refusing to let the man break
contact. Eye contact was important. He was back to the simulated
grinding, the movements invasiveface="Arial">, but promising.
Rage stood and left the room, returning with a bottle from the
bedroom. She poured some out into her hand, tossed it back onto
the floor. She
Eiri slowly, coating him from tip to base and then giving a few
more strokes just to be sure.
She then moved her attention to Tohma, first coating two fingers
before sliding them into the older man one at a time, watching
his face as she wiggled them around, using his moans and facial
expressions as a guide.
As she slipped a third finger into him she started coating his
erection, jerking him in time with her thrusts. She slipped her
fingers out when he was as stretched as she could make him,
giving a little flourish to Eiri, smirking. face="Arial">
Tohma placed his arms around
Eiri’s neck, a tight hold. He still pressed against Eiri,
still begging.. His voice cracked under the strain of keeping his
control, and it wasn't easy to keep such control
"That’s it."
Delayed response? Inability to meld his mind cohesively to the
present moment, having to access them seconds later than normal.
Chalk it up to the overwhelming pressure inside of him, which was
to be expected, with Rage’s hand sliding against him with
slick, wet sounds.
Sensuality demanded that every sense be inundated with stimulus.
Ears, touch, taste, eyes, smell. He loved the sound of Tohma, the
breathing of the others in the room, the sounds of Rage’s
expert preparatory administration. Tohma’s skin was sticky
with sweat, and every motion he made peeled them apart only to
stick them back together when he settled. Tohma’s mouth was
sweet and warm. He was undeniably beautiful, more so naked and
vulnerable. And the smell of his cologne and skin, the hot smell
males produce, was delicious.
He was gentle as he pushed at Tohma’s legs, one at a time,
up enough to position his hands just right. He couldn’t
suppress a wicked smile to Tohma, panting softly as time slowed
down around him… a most aggravating effect. It was nice to
feel Tohma’s arms around him. He always felt safe, which was
rather rare, despite his outward stoicism. With one last groan,
he wiggled himself against Tohma.
The entrance was unnecessary slow, but he had learned the slower
it was, the more the body responded in time to it. He didn’t
know what Tohma’s body would do, but they tented to arch, to
press down, to seek to quicken the intrusion and get to the act
itself. It was all but impossible to hold in his groan, so he let
it go against Tohma’s lips.
Rage slid back as Eiri moved into Tohma and continued to run her
now slick fingers across his hips and thighs, too light a touch
to hinder his movement, but enough to enflame the nerve endings.
Her slick fingers drew a design across his left buttock, moaning
as the muscles moved under her touch.
This would be Tohma’s undoing. He pushed against Eiri more,
wanting him. His voice broke as he begged for the author to hurry
it up some more. He arched up against him, the fire raging in his
veins making the throbbing in his groin that much harder to
ignore.
Forehead to forehead, Eiri
closed he eyes. Tohma was there; those were Tohma’s arms and
legs locked against him, Tohma’s breathing and flexing
muscles. His world was shaped into the supine figure of the older
man, nothing existing past the flesh, the body, and the very
capability of pleasure to heighten every body function like blood
flow and breathing while slowing down the brain until thought in
itself had to be abandoned.
He couldn’t hold back even if he tried, quickening and
hardening his pace, certain that a rough rhythm wouldn’t
hurt Tohma. Easily propped up by one hand, the other snaked
between them, finding the slickened length to wrap his hand
around. The stroke was smooth by the lubrication.
But the entire world hadn’t quite faded; he still felt the
distinct feathering of fingers on him. It kept him squirming,
shifting, and groaning deeper.
Rage leaned forward, running
her tongue across the tip of Eiri’s back, moving down across
his muscles, tracing her way towards his thighs before moving up
on another path, giving gentle nips as she moved
Tohma growled against the
others throat, and moved his hips in time to the others thrusts.
His nails dug into his shoulders, and the cries that escaped his
lips gave away every last bit about him at the moment.
Eiri froze, back arching into
a downward curve as the pair of lips stole down his bare back,
eliciting a soft groan from his chest. Captivated by the front,
teased from the back; it was a delightful mixture of sensation.
His lips were moving, though on their on volition. It took him a
moment to realize that it was Tohma’s name, whispered,
broken in halves to complete itself with a hitch in the middle.
Beautiful Tohma.
"Do you love me, Tohma?" Did he even hear the question,
or was it too soft? His forehead was pressed to the man’s
plump cheek, eyes sealed shut against the searing heat behind
them. Why the hell was he so needy? Why the hell did he insist on
making a complete ass of himself when he did this?
His fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushion,
squeezing it in his hand as he fought to keep himself level, to
maintain some balance of order in his motions. It was becoming
too much at too rapid a pace. The pain and pressure in his
stomach was coiling, his discomfort increasing at an exponential
rate, threatening to simply break him apart. All held together by
a thin straining thread that snapped, resounding through him with
the sound of a grunt and the syncopated spasm of his hips.
It made him tug on Tohma faster, his body naturally matching the
motions.
Rage bit down a bit harder at
his question, almost in punishment before letting her tongue lap
at the wound, soothing it before moving back on a new path,
adding more nips, but none to painful.face="Arial">
Every movement drove Tohma
farther and farther, nails raking smooth flesh, his head thrown
back in pure ecstasy. The broken sounds spilling from his throat,
partial begging, half spoken name. His voice kept breaking, and
he wasn't sure how much longer wit would take before he gave in
completely to the younger mans skills. "Yes…I do...I…I
love…you…need you... "face="Arial">
Loved. Needed. There was
nothing better. Even if Eiri had always known, it was nice to
hear. Nice was far from the sentiment. It thrilled him
perversely, and he found himself nodding against Tohma’s
face, agreeing, and insisting that it always remain just that way.
TBC