In the dead of night

Yuki sighed as Haru’s tongue stroked up and down his penis with a lot more gentleness then their previous fucking. Yuki’s ass was sore as he was sure it would be for the rest of the week, and he never did like the slick feel of sperm in his hole. But the orgasms were worth it. Even if he did put up a fight, it was all part of the fun. He was a little peeved that Haru had come in his room and taken him without permission, but as that clever tongue probed at his head, he couldn’t help but forgive him.

Haru’s tongue slid down his cock and lapped at his balls, licking away all traces of Yuki’s come, then traveling down to his ass to lick away the trickles of semen and blood that dripped down his pure white skin. Yuki sighed again and reached down to stroke Haru’s hair as the ox returned to Yuki’s half hard cock.

“So do you forgive me?” Haru asked, peeking at Yuki’s face which was barely visible in the darkness beyond a rumpled pajama shirt. Yuki gripped Haru’s hair and forced his face downward.

“Keep going, and maybe I’ll tell you,” Yuki growled, unable to keep a smile from tugging at his lips. Haru chuckled.

“Hmmm, so that’s how you’re going to play?” he asked, closing his mouth around the firm, hot flesh and giving Yuki’s moist tip a sudden sharp suck. Yuki gasped and arched his back, his grip on Haru’s hair tightening even further. Haru grinned and shoved Yuki’s hips back down against the futon.

“Don’t be so anxious, we have a long way to go yet,” Haru said, closing his mouth over Yuki’s organ. Yuki groaned as the hot tongue slid up and down his shaft, putting pressure on the underside vein that ran up his whole length.

“Who’s the anxious one? You’re the one that broke into my house and fucked me while I was asleep!” Yuki snorted. Haru didn’t answer, but moved his attention to the tip, carefully peeling back the foreskin with his tongue and using his teeth on Yuki’s head. Yuki barely stifled his cries and Haru made a small noise of satisfaction deep in his throat.

One of Haru’s hands left Yuki’s hip and floated backwards, the white skin almost glowing in the dark room. Haru reached behind himself and the hand disappeared somewhere in the muscular white mound of his backside. Yuki’s heart leapt into his throat. Haru was stretching himself.

There had only been two occasions that Yuki had topped in all the years of these secret meetings between them. Despite the fact that Yuki was older, it just seemed more right that Haru be dominant. Perhaps it was his height, or perhaps it was the fact that he always held an aura of masculinity whereas Yuki was often mistaken for a girl. This was just the way it was.

Yuki licked his lips and tried to keep a cap on his feelings of anticipation, attempting at nonchalance by idle conversation.

“S-so how did you get into my room anyways?” he asked, squeezing his eyes shut. Haru’s mouth disappeared from around his cock and rough hands began tugging at his shirt. Yuki opened his mouth to see Haru fumbling at his buttons. Yuki’s hands were like dead weights as he scrambled at the buttons as well, his mind having a hard time focusing on the task.

It was only after all the buttons had been undone that Yuki realized he could have pulled the shirt off without opening it all the way. But apparently Haru was trying to take up as much time as possible. At the moment he was slowly peeling away his own shirts, all three of them, layer by painful layer.

Well, Yuki wasn’t going to fall for it. He wasn’t going to be the first one to appear anxious. He casually put his hands behind his head and watched Haru with a faint smile, just enjoying the show.

Haru chuckled to himself as he pulled his undershirt over his head. He had expected Yuki in his current state to rip the shirts off himself, but he had apparently caught on. Yuki wasn’t going to play into his hands this time.

Haru was going to have to do something about that.

Haru leaned forward to claim a kiss. Yuki’s mouth was immediately filled with the slightly fishy taste of semen as Haru’s tongue tangled with his. Haru repositioned himself and laid down on Yuki’s chest, bracing his weight on his elbows while lower down he pressed his erection against Yuki’s.

Yuki let out a soft groan against Haru’s mouth and his hips twitched, but that was his only reaction. Haru growled and pulled away from Yuki’s hungry lips, trailing his hot tongue down his jaw to his neck. He easily found a tender patch of skin at the base of Yuki’s neck and sucked hard on it, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. In his mind he could imagine the blood cells breaking, blooming into a perfect purple mark on that pale pale skin.

Yuki sighed and pulled one hand from behind his head so he could run his fingers through Haru’s coarse white hair. It was gelled into a number of sharp spikes, Yuki focused on rolling one of these between his fingers, making his best attempt to ignore the hard heat that was beginning to grate against his sensitive bits and the even hotter mouth that was searching for a new patch of skin to mark.

The gel gave out under his fingers and he separated the hairs until they were all free. Yuki moved on to the next spike. It was somewhat easy to ignore the roving tongue with this small means of entertainment.

Haru on the other hand was growing impatient. He had thought to drive Yuki wild, but he was the one going insane with lust. Those clever fingers going through his hair, calm as can be, were annoying and erotic at the same time. With a deep growl, Haru lifted himself above Yuki, then slammed his crotch down with a fleshy slap of a brutal meeting between two hard meats.

“What the hell was that for!” Yuki cried painfully, rising to his elbows. Haru could only growl as he pushed Yuki’s shoulders back down to the ground. He crawled forward and straddled Yuki’s hips, pressing his ass back against Yuki’s erection. Yuki’s penis fit perfectly against Haru’s ass crack.

Haru reached backwards and grabbed Yuki’s cock, pressing it snugly into his crack, then clenched his ass muscles, encasing half of Yuki’s penis in hard hot flesh. Yuki’s hips jerked and he hissed. Haru leaned forward and forced his tongue into Yuki’s mouth. His clever tongue wrapped around Yuki’s and suckled it, all the while one hand kept Yuki’s cock firmly in place as he slowly clenched and unclenched his ass.

As he clenched, he began running his fingers up and down the hard flesh, pressing it as hard as possible into his backside and massaging it from base to tip. Yuki whimpered against his mouth, despite his best efforts at self control he was getting close to coming. Sensing this, Haru pulled his mouth away and pressed it against Yuki’s eyes.

“Do you want me?” he asked softly. Yuki groaned and wrapped his arms around Haru’s neck, pulling him down, searching blindly for his lips as his eyes were squeezing shut. Haru chuckled and firmly kept his distance.

“Just tell me if you want me and you can have me,” Haru said, teasing Yuki with a feather light kiss. Yuki’s eyes opened and he glared at Haru. Haru let out a small ‘tsk’ and pressed as hard as he could against the base of Yuki’s cock. Yuki cried and arched his hips.

“Alright alright! Please please oh god Haru please,” Yuki hissed. Haru kissed Yuki’s eyes and forehead, brushing away locks of his sweaty hair with his nose.

“Please what?” Haru asked. Yuki’s lips clenched shut. Haru’s fingers slid up to the head of Yuki’s cock and gave it a playful pinch. Yuki jerked and let out a short scream.

“Please! I want you! Let me fuck you! Oh god, just let me fuck you!” Yuki cried. Haru smiled and stopped any further pleading with a kiss. This time he allowed Yuki to freely kiss him back. There was a battle of tongues lips and teeth as Haru let go of Yuki’s penis and reached blindly to the ground at his right.

He was sure he had left it there. His hand scrambled until he finally found the small plastic tube of lubricant. Haru pulled Yuki’s arms away and sat up. He slowly unscrewed the cap and squoze a generous dollop to his fingers while a quivering Yuki stared up at him, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed.

Haru warmed the oily paste between his palms, then reached both hands behind himself to wrap them around Yuki’s twitching cock. Yuki wanted to cry. Watching Haru with his perfect body, perfect face and perfect smile staring down at him, arms invisible behind his back but their actions understood with excruciating slowness, it was almost too much.

Haru’s grin broadened as He watched Yuki’s face turn from a soft pink to a deep red. Haru could feel Yuki’s tension, he could feel that the boy was growing close. So he stopped. He let go of Yuki’s penis and readjusted himself, breaking off all contact with the quivering member. Yuki’s eyes went from lustful to infuriated.

“Maybe we should cool it a little. It’s no fun if you let it go now,” Haru said, kissing the tip of Yuki’s nose.

“Dammit Haru! Let me fuck you right now or I’m going to kill you!” Yuki growled, grabbing Haru’s hips and trying to shove the bigger teen back towards his cock. Haru grinned and grabbed Yuki’s wrists, pinning them to the ground on either side of his head.

“Calm down, Mousey. I’ll give you what you want. But I think you should do me a favor first,” Haru whispered.

“So that’s how it is?” Yuki panted.

“Mmmm hm,” Haru murmured, brushing his nose against the ridge of Yuki’s eyebrow.

“Very well then,” Yuki murmured. With one fluid movement he had his hands free and rolled, shoving Haru on his back and pinning him there.

“I’m going to make you beg,” Yuki growled, grinding his groin against Haru’s. Haru grinned up at him and licked his lips.

“I look forward to it.”