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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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2,747
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7
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Gravity
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Fuck. I don’t know what I did to piss him off, but he is. It shouldn’t surprise me; Aya’s like that. It just seemed worse lately. Any little thing I do he’s been clawing at me. Fuck.
I needed to confront him, didn’t I? Shit! How did this happen?
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Our shift ended early tonight. Omi had to go to cram school and Ken had soccer practice, so we decided to close early. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Aya, wait.” I grabbed his arm as he took the first few steps up the stairs. He tried to twist from my grasp, turning to glare, his lips puffed slightly and eyes glassy.
Aya’s been…crying?
“Aya, I –“ I reached up and wiped his eye with my thumb, “I’m sorry, I --.”
His eyes, oh, his eyes; They’re wider now, shocked.
Next thing I knew I was falling backwards with Aya Fujimiya in my arms, our lips crushed together even after we hit the hard wood floor. His limbs were everywhere, grappling with every place he could grasp. I tried. I tried so hard to get him off me. I tried to keep his hands from groping, his tongue from – oh God! His tongue was so pliant and wet and warm and – well, that’s how I ended up with Aya on top of me, his fingers trailing over my neck and scratching – gripping – choking – Shit! He’s going to kill me!
“How dare you, Kudou. How dare you act so cool around me.” His fingers tightened, removing any promise of air past my lips. “How dare you.” I tried to pry his fingers away, brushing my fingers over his. He let go. “Don’t be kind to me. I know what I mean to you. Don’t you fucking dare to be kind.” Our hips met unabashedly, and I caught the barest hint of a mewl in his throat, which he desperately tried to shy from. I tried to lift my head, now free from his choking grip.
“Damnit! Aya, what’s going on?!”
He answered with his hand punching my head down on the floorboards. “How does it feel to be on the bottom, Yohji? To be the one being used?” At that last word he yanked at my belt, practically tearing it out of its loops. “Did you think it was funny to mess with me like that?”
I kept my mouth shut. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was gasp at his intensity, his stare pinning me down. My pants came down in what seemed like a flash, secured around my ankles tightly. The hands returned, retracing their groping path along my back. “Hands over your head.” I obeyed.
Aya’s descent on my body was smooth and wild all at once. His nails dug sharp against my ribs as he hiked my shirt up, completely ignoring my now exposed manhood trapped beneath his fully clothed one. His hips moved slowly and sharply, rocking against me as he – Fuck!
“Shit! Get the fuck off me!”
Aya looked up at me, growling with a sneer, his lower lip blushed with blood. My blood. His tongue licked up the now trickling blood from my abused nipple. “Get off? I intend to. How does it feel?” His hand mercifully encased my hardened cock. He appraised it, hefting it in his hand like he would his katana. “Your friend here doesn’t seem to mind, Kudou. He seems to like it, and quite a lot, at that.” He was pumping it slowly now, his eyes never deviating from my own. “I knew it. Who’s the whore now, Kudou?”
I couldn’t stop it. I moaned, long and low. He knew what he was doing. His chest slid against my stomach, and he kicked away my pants, spreading my legs; they didn’t need much encouragement. He continued to squeeze at it, holding it around the base, holding me back. He was grinning. Aya Fujimiya was grinning.
~ Yeah, Yeah. I know. Short chapter. I’m writing this as it goes, so it takes a little while to get the story together. And I promise you: More smut next chapter! I swear!
Fuck. I don’t know what I did to piss him off, but he is. It shouldn’t surprise me; Aya’s like that. It just seemed worse lately. Any little thing I do he’s been clawing at me. Fuck.
I needed to confront him, didn’t I? Shit! How did this happen?
===============================================================
Our shift ended early tonight. Omi had to go to cram school and Ken had soccer practice, so we decided to close early. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Aya, wait.” I grabbed his arm as he took the first few steps up the stairs. He tried to twist from my grasp, turning to glare, his lips puffed slightly and eyes glassy.
Aya’s been…crying?
“Aya, I –“ I reached up and wiped his eye with my thumb, “I’m sorry, I --.”
His eyes, oh, his eyes; They’re wider now, shocked.
Next thing I knew I was falling backwards with Aya Fujimiya in my arms, our lips crushed together even after we hit the hard wood floor. His limbs were everywhere, grappling with every place he could grasp. I tried. I tried so hard to get him off me. I tried to keep his hands from groping, his tongue from – oh God! His tongue was so pliant and wet and warm and – well, that’s how I ended up with Aya on top of me, his fingers trailing over my neck and scratching – gripping – choking – Shit! He’s going to kill me!
“How dare you, Kudou. How dare you act so cool around me.” His fingers tightened, removing any promise of air past my lips. “How dare you.” I tried to pry his fingers away, brushing my fingers over his. He let go. “Don’t be kind to me. I know what I mean to you. Don’t you fucking dare to be kind.” Our hips met unabashedly, and I caught the barest hint of a mewl in his throat, which he desperately tried to shy from. I tried to lift my head, now free from his choking grip.
“Damnit! Aya, what’s going on?!”
He answered with his hand punching my head down on the floorboards. “How does it feel to be on the bottom, Yohji? To be the one being used?” At that last word he yanked at my belt, practically tearing it out of its loops. “Did you think it was funny to mess with me like that?”
I kept my mouth shut. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was gasp at his intensity, his stare pinning me down. My pants came down in what seemed like a flash, secured around my ankles tightly. The hands returned, retracing their groping path along my back. “Hands over your head.” I obeyed.
Aya’s descent on my body was smooth and wild all at once. His nails dug sharp against my ribs as he hiked my shirt up, completely ignoring my now exposed manhood trapped beneath his fully clothed one. His hips moved slowly and sharply, rocking against me as he – Fuck!
“Shit! Get the fuck off me!”
Aya looked up at me, growling with a sneer, his lower lip blushed with blood. My blood. His tongue licked up the now trickling blood from my abused nipple. “Get off? I intend to. How does it feel?” His hand mercifully encased my hardened cock. He appraised it, hefting it in his hand like he would his katana. “Your friend here doesn’t seem to mind, Kudou. He seems to like it, and quite a lot, at that.” He was pumping it slowly now, his eyes never deviating from my own. “I knew it. Who’s the whore now, Kudou?”
I couldn’t stop it. I moaned, long and low. He knew what he was doing. His chest slid against my stomach, and he kicked away my pants, spreading my legs; they didn’t need much encouragement. He continued to squeeze at it, holding it around the base, holding me back. He was grinning. Aya Fujimiya was grinning.
~ Yeah, Yeah. I know. Short chapter. I’m writing this as it goes, so it takes a little while to get the story together. And I promise you: More smut next chapter! I swear!