Strange Love

(Eriol x Syaoran, Syaoran x Kaho)


Before he could blow his load, Kaho managed to part them, but his shot still managed to coat Eriol’s open mouth and face. The white matter made him slightly cough, even if a good part of it was now obscuring his view. He removed his glasses and lusciously licked them off.

Syaoran looked down at Eriol’s weapon, a thought of returning the favor - his tongue and body bracing, aching for what the English boy experienced.

“The seme properly stimulated,” she ever so delicately rubbed her hand across Syaoran’s penis, “He lubes up. Lube is very useful in male-male love, it reduces the pain. He gives his uke a sign to bend down, over, or lie down exposing his ass to him. The uke returns the sign that he is ready to receive anally his lover’s sperm.”
Standing back, Mizuki Kaho watched Eriol turn around, get on his hands and knees. The boy with chocolate brown hair lined up and pushed himself in.

A horrid scream filled the air.

“It is painful at first but a good seme makes sure his loving reduce the pain.”

Syaoran’s hands wrapped around Eriol holding him tightly as he thrust into him. One hand over the chest feeling the pitter-patter of his heart.
It was so rapid.
It was so warm.
It was so right.
God, it was so right, but not as much, where his other hand was - around Eriol’s penis. He pumped Eriol front and back couching his and Eriol’s weapons to deliver its spooge.

Tomoyo did not even look at Sakura or Meiling’s wet crotches - she had her own. Putting up three fingers, “Make it three copies.”

Riding, pumping, and loving each other the two boys came at the same time. Pulling away in a combination of guilt, relief, pleasure, satisfaction, and horror Syaoran started to tremble as if he was trying to exit their little world. Standing back up, Eriol was also trembling doing the same feeling guilt, relief, pleasure, satisfaction, and horror at the same time.

“The seme usually apologizes for being so rough by accepting a kiss from the uke.”

The boys kissed the brown fur and its accompanying penis nestled next to the blue fur and its penis.

“The kiss is the signal for the roles to reverse - the seme becoming the uke and the uke becomes the seme.”

Syaoran broke off the kiss. He started to move down ready to obey the suggestion.
Mizuki Kaho stopped them, “Thanks boys, now go back to your seats.”

Nodding, still naked, they sat down. Their personal world had ended.

“What about yuri?”

The clock chimed for the next class, “Tomorrow, we will discuss yuri. As for our two participants, why don’t you two stay behind for being such good sports?”

There were some giggles that they still had not realized their nudity.

After the students filed out, Syaoran brown eyes met Eriol’s blue, “What?”

“For being such good sport,” she picked up her jacket removed two items from the pocket.

“I thought we decided to give that later, Kaho.”

“Better now than later,” a reply.

“What are you planning?”

“I donated some money to a certain school in Tokyo, not only did they name it after me...”

“Eriol Academy,” he smirked at the name as if it was more an insult than a complement. (Clamp NOTE - Eriol Academy, school in Angelic Layer) Then a nod, “I like the sound of it.”

“They also sent these. Tickets to a private, exclusive hot springs,” Mizuki Kako said leadingly.

“One last hurrah for us, before the world goes to Hell in hand basket for us,” Eriol put on his pants, “You, Kaho, Sakura, Tomoyo, Meiling, and me. Acting like normal teenagers. No destinies, no nothing. Just us being us. A good by party since you do have affairs to settle back in Hong Kong.”

He nodded glancing over at his own pants - it was true, he had to return to Hong Kong very soon, “Okay,” he twitched his finger, “But there is a price.”

“What?”

He took the jacket from Kaho’s hand, stood on his toes, and kissed her.

She pulled back from his lips, “Bad boy,” she raised her hand ready to slap him. Instead her hand gracefully crept around Syaoran’s chin, “That is no way to kiss a woman. Now, be a good boy, and let me show you.”
She passionately kissed him.

Eriol just nodded and made a seat.
He watched the China-boy unclasp her bra letting her adult-size breasts fall free.
They were so nice, so different from Sakura’s or Meiling’s.
So mature and plump, and fleshy in the palms of his hands.

Eriol gloated at that fact - he had the joy of that every single day of his life.

Her graceful hand stroked Syaoran’s penis as the kiss broke off, “That is a good boy.”
She lay down and slipped down her pantyhose, “Now, come down here and give me another kiss.”

Syaoran nodded placing a kiss back on her lips. Her hand stroked his weapon as their passions met.

Eriol slipped his pants back open. He knew that feeling as well - kissing the beautiful teacher while she lay on her side, groping her breasts, and letting her hand stimulate him.

She bent her right leg curling her toes in pleasure of this simple thing. She moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss off.

“Who said you can break off the kiss, bad boy?”
She kept him from getting back up. Her left leg extended. The effective teacher kept him laying over her, “Be a good boy, not a bad one,” she moved his hands so that he was rested on them and her.

Eriol sighed wishing to trade places with his rival. He intently watched his lover place the tip of Syaoran’s penis next to her cotton panties.

Groping the testes behind, “Now, be a good boy and thrust like we were husband and wife.”

He obliged making fiery passionate love to her.

“Yes, yes, that is a good boy. Give it to me, you bad good boy.”

She accepted his loving. His kisses were so much like Eriol’s. So were his thrusts into her cotton panties. Cradling his head in his guided thrusts, she placed his lips onto her breast…

Now two three things were starting to flow - Kaho’s vaginal juice, Syaoran’s pre-cum, and eventually her own breast milk.

Another gloat from Eriol. This was also normal thing between her and Eriol.
He masturbated as they willed their bodies into each other.
He intently watching the two milk each other - Syaoran’s mouth and hands and her vagina’s taut walls milking his penis.
The warm milk flowed past his lips, his gums, and his tongue.
So did both boy’s semen.

Syaoran pulled away from her. He looked at Eriol, “Sorry.”

“No need,” a mischief smile as Kaho took his hand.

“Come here, and be a good boy.”

It was his turn. Syaoran took a seat to watch the teacher teach the English boy how to love a former miko. His hand would wrap around his penis and masturbate as the lesson proceeded…