Not Tonight
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,320
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Not Tonight
When Jien woke up, he thought Gojyo was having another nightmare. The kid woke up a lot in the nights, whimpering and seeing his hulking demon stepmother and her claws dripping with his blood, and Gojyo always asking why, why won’t she smile…
But this night, when Jien heard the whimpering and woke up and looked over, Gojyo wasn’t crying. And he wasn’t awake either.
Gojyo was on his stomach, and his pillow was in his arms, and his little hips were twitching and pushing at the thin mattress. He had his face turned to his brother, and Jien could see the soft sheen of moisture on Gojyo’s lips, where Gojyo kept licking them over and over and over.
“Ji…en,” Gojyo whimpered in his sleep.
And Jien blushed.
Gojyo wasn’t…humping the bed and dreaming of fucking some pretty girl…
Gojyo was humping the bed and dreaming of his brother, fucking him in the dark bedroom under the sheets.
Jien’s cock filled.
“Go..Gojyo, stop that,” he whispered. But he whispered too softly, far too softly for his brother to hear him.
“Jien, Jien,” the boy kept whispering…whimpering.
And Jien drew the sheets back, so that he could watch Gojyo’s tight ass clench with every little thrust into the mattress. The fabric of Gojyo’s pants creased and caught in his cleft with each motion, and Jien moaned.
He moaned and sat up, and kneeled next to his brother.
He freed his hard-on from his pants, wrapped his long fingers around it, and started jerking off to the sight of Gojyo’s body writhing there.
He held his breath to listen to Gojyo’s whined, hot breathing.
Minutes of this…dry, rough stroking…Gojyo’s sounds…Gojyo’s tight ass…
And then he had to touch him. His palm trembled as he reached and felt the firm muscle of Gojyo’s ass…a blunt clawed fingertip traced down the cleft…caught up little snags of cotton in the fabric. That same fingertip pushed into the warmth between Gojyo’s thighs, and Jien gasped as the boy parted his legs and cried out more insistently.
With Gojyo like that, Jien could make out the pretty, soft curves of his brother’s sac through his thin pajama pants.
His mind raced. He wanted to touch him there. He wanted to roll the boy over and rip those pants off him, wanted to feel his friction-hot cock, wanted to roll those soft balls around in his fingers. He wanted Gojyo to whimper like that for him, to cry out like with Jien’s thick cock opening him, pounding the breath out of him.
And Gojyo wanted it.
He wanted it.
He did.
But…
But.
But.
Jien stroked furiously, growled, camecame hard. The semen arced and splashed across the back of Gojyo’s thigh.
Not tonight.
But this night, when Jien heard the whimpering and woke up and looked over, Gojyo wasn’t crying. And he wasn’t awake either.
Gojyo was on his stomach, and his pillow was in his arms, and his little hips were twitching and pushing at the thin mattress. He had his face turned to his brother, and Jien could see the soft sheen of moisture on Gojyo’s lips, where Gojyo kept licking them over and over and over.
“Ji…en,” Gojyo whimpered in his sleep.
And Jien blushed.
Gojyo wasn’t…humping the bed and dreaming of fucking some pretty girl…
Gojyo was humping the bed and dreaming of his brother, fucking him in the dark bedroom under the sheets.
Jien’s cock filled.
“Go..Gojyo, stop that,” he whispered. But he whispered too softly, far too softly for his brother to hear him.
“Jien, Jien,” the boy kept whispering…whimpering.
And Jien drew the sheets back, so that he could watch Gojyo’s tight ass clench with every little thrust into the mattress. The fabric of Gojyo’s pants creased and caught in his cleft with each motion, and Jien moaned.
He moaned and sat up, and kneeled next to his brother.
He freed his hard-on from his pants, wrapped his long fingers around it, and started jerking off to the sight of Gojyo’s body writhing there.
He held his breath to listen to Gojyo’s whined, hot breathing.
Minutes of this…dry, rough stroking…Gojyo’s sounds…Gojyo’s tight ass…
And then he had to touch him. His palm trembled as he reached and felt the firm muscle of Gojyo’s ass…a blunt clawed fingertip traced down the cleft…caught up little snags of cotton in the fabric. That same fingertip pushed into the warmth between Gojyo’s thighs, and Jien gasped as the boy parted his legs and cried out more insistently.
With Gojyo like that, Jien could make out the pretty, soft curves of his brother’s sac through his thin pajama pants.
His mind raced. He wanted to touch him there. He wanted to roll the boy over and rip those pants off him, wanted to feel his friction-hot cock, wanted to roll those soft balls around in his fingers. He wanted Gojyo to whimper like that for him, to cry out like with Jien’s thick cock opening him, pounding the breath out of him.
And Gojyo wanted it.
He wanted it.
He did.
But…
But.
But.
Jien stroked furiously, growled, camecame hard. The semen arced and splashed across the back of Gojyo’s thigh.
Not tonight.