Citrus Series (ES21)

Musashi knew he shouldn't have done it. He knew he was asking for trouble, especially with some one as spastic as Hiruma. But hell, the kid's (he used kid, though they were the same age, but hey, it seemed to fit) constant training had really paid off, and he always wore those hella tight pants. So Musashi figured it wasn't his fault, when he reached down and squeezed Hiruma's ass with one of his hands, especially since he only did it for about a second.

Apparently he was wrong, because in between that second and the next, Hiruma had turned around, and Musashi was staring down the barrel of what was most likely an Uzi.

"Hey," he drawled, taking his time in putting his hands up in the air, "couldn't help it. You kept shoving it right in front of me."

Hiruma dug the gun into his shoulder, hard. "Step back."

"Alright, alright, I'm moving." Musashi backed up until his knees hit the front of a bench. He looked around for help, but no one was in the changing room this late in the day, and he didn't think any one was going to come by any time soon. Hiruma had that feral gleam in his eyes, the one Musashi thought made him look more than a little crazy and pretty cute to boot.

"Now," Hiruma said, fangs glistening above his lower lip as he smirked, "strip."

Ah. He knew this game, and if Hiruma wanted to play, he sure as hell wasn't going to say no. He lowered his arms and wrapped his fingers around the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the other boy. Hiruma caught it with one hand, the other still wrapped around that trigger.

"Pants, too."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on." Musashi unzipped his pants. "Or not."

A moment later his pants were pooled around his feet, and he kicked them away. Next and last were his boxers, and he took those off with much aplomb. He put his hands on his hips and watched as Hiruma looked him over.

"Pretty nice, huh?" he asked, squeezing his cock for emphasis.

Hiruma shrugged. "I've seen better."

Musashi liked to think that Hiruma was lying. He didn't have much time to consider it though, because the next thing he knew he was being tackled. He fell back, and his back hit the bench for a second before he fell onto the floor, hitting his head against the wall with a loud knocking sound. It hurt like shit, and when he opened his eyes he swore he saw stars, but then Hiruma was smashing their mouths together and it was all he could do to breath through the onslaught.

Mmm. Kinda violent, and their teeth kept clashing together, but having his tongue in Hiruma's mouth was in general a pleasant experience, although he couldn't really get comfortable with something sticking into his back. Maybe it was a shoe, or a gun that had fallen out of Hiruma's backpack. Best to remedy the situation.

He ran his hands under Hiruma's shirt and up his back, just touching that hot, soft skin, and then with a kick he flipped them over, and he was on top. He glanced over to his side for half a second... ah, so it was some one's jock strap. Now, back to Hiruma. Those clothes had to go.

Musashi pulled at the hem of Hiruma's shirt, and Hiruma, smart enough to take a hint, grabbed it and yanked it over his head. Then Hiruma grabbed the back of Musashi's head and pulled him down for some more making out, and while doing that they both fumbled for Hiruma's zipper. Somehow, miraculously, they divested Hiruma of his pants without having to break their kisses too much, and Musashi thought how a naked Hiruma rubbing up against him was a really good thing. He would have thought of a better adjective, but with all the kissing and thrusting and grinding of cocks together, his mind wasn't exactly functioning at optimal capacity.

He moved his hands from Hiruma's waist to underneath his body, cupping and kneading that firm ass he had so admired for the last few days. He lifted Hiruma up and rolled his hips down, causing even more friction between them, and wasn't it just so predictable that Hiruma was a screamer? Kissing his way down Hiruma's neck to lick and nibble at his chest, Musashi wasted no time in pushing a finger into that tight ass. One finger, than two, then three, all with no lube, and he wondered exactly how much Hiruma could take.

Then he was being flipped over again, and ow, his head hit the floor in the same exact spot it had been hit in before, and Hiruma was straddling his waist. Fine, that just meant less work for him. Then Hiruma was leaning back, his hands on Musashi's knees, and Musashi couldn't help moaning as Hiruma slid down onto his cock.

"Fuck..." Musashi tilted his head back and clenched his eyes shut. It was so damn hot in there, felt so good, and then Hiruma had slid on down to his balls. Obviously, in answer to Musashi's earlier musings, Hiruma could take hella lot. Then Hiruma started moving, riding him, and Musashi ceased thinking about anything except how good Hiruma's ass felt.

Musashi propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Hiruma fucked himself on his cock. The sight of Hiruma impaling himself over and over on his meat made him want to come right then and there, but he held himself back. Instead, he reached a hand out to grab Hiruma's cock, which up to that point had been bouncing up and down in the air and dripping all over his stomach. After all, he couldn't be completely selfish.

He stroked Hiruma's cock, rolled his balls around in his palms, and it wasn't long before Hiruma came, spurting jets of cum into the air and onto his chest. He let himself go right after, coming all over the inside of Hiruma's ass, and then Hiruma fell off of him and onto the floor.

Musashi ran a hand over his chest, rubbing Hiruma's cum in a little, then turned onto his side to look at the other boy. Hiruma was stretched out and looking up at the ceiling, his eyes halfway closed, trying not to fall asleep. Hiruma really was very cute, almost pretty; it was a shame he was so psychopathic. But maybe that was part of what Musashi liked about him.

"Hey," Musashi reached over, put a hand on Hiruma's waist, but at that point the blond was already snoring.

.end.