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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,473
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Continued...
[Concrit is cherished.]
-=|2|=-
Yohji woke up feeling warm and more than a little sore. He smiled. This was the second week he’d
woken up like this. His smile grew wider and just a little lascivious as he thought of the cause.
Aya. Quiet, cold, beautiful Aya. Took ‘im long enough, Yohji thought, back arching as he
stretched.
He thought about the first time Aya had come knocking on his door with little more than a
flimsy excuse and a lot of . . . wanting. It was the only way to describe it. And then Aya was
kissing him and pressing against him hot and hard. There was tripping over clothes and fumbling
for lube. Slick fingers inside of him, twisting and pressing and quickly withdrawn. Quiet curses
as Aya tried to open the “fucking foil’ packet that the condom was wrapped in. And then he
looked at him. Looked at Yohji with those eyes until Yohji couldn’t look back. There was a
pause that was long enough to make Yohji think that Aya had changed his mind until he felt
Aya’s cock pressing against his entrance. Then Aya was inside him and after that he couldn’t tell
one feeling from another. It all felt good.
When it was over there was the clean up and silence. Aya stayed a little while after. They
lay beside each other for a while, not quite touching.
It had gotten a little better since then. Sometimes Yohji could trick the redhead into a
conversation. Yohji smiled again, carefully not thinking of the fact that he’d woken up alone.
No use dwelling on dreams when the sun had risen.
[Concrit is cherished.]
-=|2|=-
Yohji woke up feeling warm and more than a little sore. He smiled. This was the second week he’d
woken up like this. His smile grew wider and just a little lascivious as he thought of the cause.
Aya. Quiet, cold, beautiful Aya. Took ‘im long enough, Yohji thought, back arching as he
stretched.
He thought about the first time Aya had come knocking on his door with little more than a
flimsy excuse and a lot of . . . wanting. It was the only way to describe it. And then Aya was
kissing him and pressing against him hot and hard. There was tripping over clothes and fumbling
for lube. Slick fingers inside of him, twisting and pressing and quickly withdrawn. Quiet curses
as Aya tried to open the “fucking foil’ packet that the condom was wrapped in. And then he
looked at him. Looked at Yohji with those eyes until Yohji couldn’t look back. There was a
pause that was long enough to make Yohji think that Aya had changed his mind until he felt
Aya’s cock pressing against his entrance. Then Aya was inside him and after that he couldn’t tell
one feeling from another. It all felt good.
When it was over there was the clean up and silence. Aya stayed a little while after. They
lay beside each other for a while, not quite touching.
It had gotten a little better since then. Sometimes Yohji could trick the redhead into a
conversation. Yohji smiled again, carefully not thinking of the fact that he’d woken up alone.
No use dwelling on dreams when the sun had risen.