The Sins Series

A/N: The tense change for these final two chapters was an intentional attempt to give the reader a more immediate feel for the story. I hope no one finds it awkward.

Carnal Longing: Sins Series - Lust

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The bedroom seems a long way away and Yohji can't seem to stop touching Aya. His fingers feather through Aya's hair, trace long lines down Aya's back. Once in the room he wraps his arms around Aya's chest, pressing his body tight against Aya's back.

Aya reaches behind himself and grabs at the bottom of Yohji's shirt, tugging it upward in a frantic-seeming rush.

“Patience,” Yohji whispers, the word warm against Aya's temple before he trails soft kisses down the side of Aya's face.

Aya whimpers, frustration knotting in the back of his throat. Yohji turns him so that they stand face to face, brushing feather-light kisses across his lips. He takes Aya's wrists in his hands and draws Aya's arms down so they hang loose at his sides.

“Let me,” he whispers, nibbling along the length of Aya's jaw now. “Let me give you this first.”

Nodding, Aya holds still unless prompted by Yohji's touch. Yohji slides his hands beneath the edge of Aya's sweater, drawing it up over Aya's head and then casting it aside. He stares, speachless, eyes roving over the flesh uncovered as though he can't decide where to begin.

His lips are hot when they hit Aya's shoulder, teeth making a path of tiny bites across Aya's collarbone. His tongue swirls a circle in the hollow at the base of Aya's throat, tasting the mild, bitter sweat that has started to collect on Aya's skin. Yohji bends, tracing a slick trail around Aya's right nipple before drawing a sinuous line across the pebbled surface. Aya gasps, arching his back, and Yohji repeats the action on the other side.

Dropping to his knees Yohji works his way down Aya's stomach, sucking at the smooth skin and watching the meandering path of redness that rises in the wake of his mouth. His hands rest on Aya's hips, frnairnails lightly scratching across the skin just above the waist of Aya's pants.

Yohji's mouth pauses just above the button, his tongue sweeping across the thin line of hair that disappears beneath the fabric. He blows on the damp patch and Aya shivers, giving voice to a low moan.

Slow fingers work the button free, and Yohji grins up at Aya before leaning forward to grasp the zipper between his teeth. He drags it downward, his hands now on the backs of Aya's knees and he enjoys the way they tremble when his nose bumps across the hardness beneath Aya's underwear.

Aya is sure that he's about to explode, and before Yohji can continue his exquisite torture Aya takes matters into his own hands, thrusting down pants and underwear together. Yohji slants a knowing look up at Aya and then turns his eyes down again, parting moist lips.

His mouth lowers toward Aya's swollen cock and he places an open-mouth kiss on the head, a flicker of his tongue tasting the thick drops that have already pearled the tip. Aya grits his teeth against the need to thrust between those lips and into the heat that waits behind them.

Yohji knows his urgency and his mouth slides down the length of Aya's cock with a suddenness that drives a hiss between Aya's teeth. The tight suction sends spasms through the muscles of Aya's thighs and he twines his fingers through Yohji's hair, gripping hard.

Yohji hums as he draws back a final time and Aya nearly comes then, closing his eyes and drawing a shuddering gasp. When he opens his eyes again, straining to keep his control, Yohji is naked and waiting for him with half-lidded eyes and an arch smile.

Aya takes the hand that's held out to him and leads Yohji to the bed.