The Sins Series

Never Enough: Sins Series - Greed

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Aya gestures for Yohji to climb into the bed first he whe watches the lightly tanned body hungrily as Yohji complies. Yohji settles into the center of the bed, the familiar smile he wears when he charms women somehow different when directed at Aya.

Joining him on the bed, Aya reaches out to touch Yohji's skin, exploring the subtle differences in texture that make up the map that is Yohji's body. His lips follow his hands, but neither of them have the patience anymore for the same type of lesuire taken by Yohji.

Yohji hes hes beneath his pillows, drawing out the condom and lube, cocking an eyebrow in Aya's direction. Aya hesitates, then reaches to pluck the items from Yohji's hands and Yohji grins knowingly. Yohji settles back into the pillows, parting his legs and watching Aya with glittering eyes. ya kya kneels beside Yohji, tearing the packet with a quick twist of steady fingers. His gaze shifts between Yohji and the condom in his hands, then with a decisive motion he pulls the item from the foil and rolls it down the length of Yohji's shaft. Before Yohji can do more than draw a surprised breath, Aya tosses the foil aside and removes the cap on the lube.

He squeezes the cool gel across his fingers and then his cheeks flame a red to match his hair as he half-turns, reaching behind himself. Yohji can't remember how to breathe as Aya's eyes widen and Aya's teeth tug at low lower lip. Taking the lube from Aya's unresisting hand Yohji quickly slicks his aching cock. He tosses the lube aside, not caring that it isn't closed, and grips Aya's waist tightly.

A soft sound of surprise escapes Aya's lips as Yohji swings him into place, one knee on each side of Yohji's hips. He can feel Yohji's cock pressing between the cleft of his ass and he tenses despite himself.

“Relax,” Yohji soothes, hands smoothing over Aya's hips, and the slight shake of need that threads his voice blankets Aya in satisfied warmth.

He lowers his hips, guided by Yohji's hands which press bruises into his skin. The moans that tumble between Yohji's lips distract him slightly from the faint burning pain, and he finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from Yohji's face.

For a moment they fumble, mismatched pace making them awkward. Yohji huffs a softly frustrated laugh, one corner of his mouth quirking upward at the offended cast of Aya's features.

“It's supposed to be fun,” he says, a low chuckle as he slides one hand up Aya's side, fingertips lightly tickling the skin until Aya twitches and relaxes.

Aya leans forward, resting his hands on Yohji's shoulders as he begins to rock his hips again. The edge of his breathing turns harsh, and Yohji turns the hand that had explored Aya's side to other pursuits, closing around Aya's cock.

The keening that pushes out of Aya's throat tastes vaguely like desperation as it unfurls across his tongue. Yohji turns his head, rubbing his cheek across the hand on his shoulder and giving vent to a quiet moan.

His eyes trace a path down Yohji's chest and he gasps when he catches sight of Yohji's hand stroking his cock. As he nears the head, Yohji's grip tightens and Aya looses a sudden groan, watching as hees, es, stark agains the tanned skin of Yohji's chest.

Lowering his head, he forgets how to move, but Yohji drives his hips upward, filling Aya with heat. As Aya's breathing slows, he closes his eyes, concentrating on the sensation. He can tell when Yohji is about to come, the thrusts of his hips becoming suddenly erratic.

Aya's eyes open, focusing on the way Yohji's cheeks darken and his lips part with a wordless gasp. Yohji meets his eyes and a lazy grin spreads across his face. He reaches up and pulls Aya down on top of him, their skin sticky with come and sweat. Lips grind together and then ease off into a long, slow sharing of tastes and sighs.

Uncertainty winds through Aya as Yohji shifts him to the side and then rises from the bed. He wonders if he should gather his clothes and leave and prepares to stand as Yohji heads for the door. Instead of gesturing for Aya to go, Yohji slips through the doorway, unconcerned at his nakedness.

Just as Aya is certain that he should go, Yohji returns, a damp cloth in his hand. He's already cleaned himself up, and now he climbs into the bed, wiping Aya's skin gently and following the path of the cloth with soft kisses.

When he's finished, he sets the cloth on the bedside table and stretches out on his back beside Aya. One tanned arm curls under his shoulders and pulls Aya close, the other sliding loosely around his waist. Aya pillows his cheek on Yohji's shoulder, and within moments is startled by the faint sound of a snore. Closing his eyes, Aya very nearly smiles before following his lover into slumber. His last thought before he drifts into dreams is that he could get used to doing this quite often.