Love's Rival

Love's Rival 3

Author's Notes: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. The Muse went away for a while.
This is my first lemon/lime scene. So when you review please be honest but you know, kind.

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As Omi fought his way to wakefulness he could only moan softly at the wet,pleasurable heat,that surround his cock, the slide of a tongue up and down his shaft...it really was a nice way to wake up...his pleasure induced brain thought. He reached down and carded his hand though short soft hair...he dug his fingers of his other hand into the hard male shoulder...

Wait, short hair?

All of his fantasies were usually about long hair. Omi opened his eyes and almost wished he hadn't, bright sapphire eyes stared back at him. They dared him to deny what was happening, to push him away and say he didn't want this...

But Omi could only writhed at the others touch, "I'm...gods...it's...won't last..."was about all the speech he was capable of. Omi could feel the other's smirk even as that one's mouth did wonderful things to his cock.

All to soon though Omi could feel, "Ahhh...gonna....Hide!" Omi closed his eyes as his body bowed up and he came in the others mouth. He sighed as his body relaxed. He felt Nakajima slowly place kisses on his thighs, over his stomach then across his chest. Omi could feel the weight of the other boy as he covered his body, Nakajima kissed and sucked at Omi 's neck for a long enough time that Omi knew it would leave a mark. When he regained the ability to speak he told Nakajima, "You haven't won."

Omi could feel Nakajima's laughter, "No? Well, then I guess the game has got much more interesting then, wouldn't you say?"

Omi glared and tried to push the other boy off of him, "You are a real piece of work, you know that right?"

"Mmmm...keep doing that..."Nakajima purred into Omi's ear. Omi could feel Nakajima's hardest pressed against him. The other boy hadn't got off yet, Omi realized. Then a thought occurred to him...

Omi reached down and began to stroke the other, slowly at first as if he wasn't sure what to do... "Is this what you wanted? To suck my cock...having me jerk you off? "Omi whispered into Nakajima ear causing him to shudder, Omi's other hand, the one not on Nakajima's cock, lightly trail up and down the boy's back, "Or do you want to fuck me?"

At Omi's words, Nakajima moaned.

"Yes," Omi continued to whisper, "That's what you want isn't it. To sink deep into me," he squeezed the cock in his hand hard but not cruelly. This wasn't about that... "You want to slam into me with this...don't you? Want to make me ride..."Omi trailed off.

As Nakajima eyes widened in surprise as he hide his face in Omi's neck, and came. Omi now used both hand to pet Nakajima back until the shaking from the orgasm stopped. When he finally pulled away Omi was able to see those bright sapphire eyes. Nakjiama gently pushed a lock of sweat soaked hair away from Omi's face and asked softly, "Can I stay?"

Omi turned his face away and sighed. He couldn't look at those eyes, those eyes that...
He felt a light touch on his chin as if was guided back to face Nakajima. Omi reached up and slide his a hand behind Nakajima neck pulling him down and kissing him lightly on the lips, "You haven't won." Omi repeated.

Omi could feel the smirk against his lips as Nakajima whispered back, "Yet."