sweetness

Domeki yawns softly as he sweeps the shrine grounds. It is a peaceful night with a nice full moon hanging in the sky. There is a soft breeze that easily cuts in to his clothes. He jumps when Watanuki runs up to him panting heavily and looking disheveled. There are small cuts on his arms, his clothes are torn and a deep cut on his right cheek.
“What happened?” he asks, voice carefully hiding his anger.
“I…” he pants doubling over to breath.
“Follow me,” he orders heading for his house.
Watanuki follows without complaining as Domeki leads him to his room. The archer pushes him on to the bed before going to get some medical supplies. He returns shortly and pulls up a chair to tend to his wounds.
Watanuki flinches as Domeki begins to clean his face. The boy is still stoic as ever but there is anger burning in his eyes. He jumps when Domeki begins to undo his shirt. Squealing he holds on to his clothes tightly blushing a deep shade of red.
“I need to see your wounds,” Domeki sighs.
“It’s okay,” he mumbles. “I’ll go.”
Domeki’s glare keeps him rooted in his spot. Domeki pulls his hands away and pulls his shirt off. The archer’s eye begins twitching at the scratches and bruises lining the pale body before him. He wrings out the rag before carefully washing his shoulders. The tense muscles beneath his hand begin to relax and Watanuki releases a contented sigh. Domeki moves slowly down to his chest and notices Watanuki clenching the bed tightly. The boy’s cheeks are turning red and his breathing is shallow. He gently brushes a nipple causing a breathy moan to escape from slightly parted lips.
“Very sensitive,” Domeki whispers.
Watanuki looks down at him a moment before turning completely red and looking away. The archer rinses out the rag before returning to cleaning the boy’s chest. Another moan escapes his lips as Domeki rubs his nipple again. Domeki suddenly leans up and captures the slightly parted lips. Watanuki grabs his shoulder as he ruthlessly plunders the boy’s mouth. Domeki gently bites his bottom lip wanting Watanuki to kiss him back. Watanuki fists his hands in Domeki’s clothes panting heavily for breath.
The archer reaches up to remove his glasses, setting them on the nightstand by the bed. Domeki kisses him deeply again and pushes him back on the bed straddling his slim waist. Domeki gently runs his hands over the bruised chest while he plunders the willing mouth. Watanuki arches his back as Domeki mercilessly rubs his nipples and bites at his neck and shoulder. Pleasure courses through over active nerve endings and he forgets about the pain he is in. His hands tug at the archer’s shirt wanting it off so he can feel him. Domeki chuckles as he sits up and pulls the shirt off, muscles tensing and rippling as he moves. Watanuki can only make out a blurry figure but reaches up to run slender hands over well tone muscles.
A shudder passes through the stone hard body as Watanuki runs his hands over pert nipples. The boy cries out as Domeki grinds down against his erection and keeps going.
“Domeki,” he pants. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want,” Domeki orders. “I won’t do anything until you do that.”
Watanuki glares up at him and reaches for his own pants planning to finish it. Domeki grabs his hands pinning them beside his head and leaning down.
“Domeki!” he whines moving his hips up to meet his. “Do something! Anything please!”
“What do you want done?” Domeki asks licking his nipple causing his to moan and shudder.
“Put your hands on me,” he moans. “Make me feel wanted at least for tonight.”
Domeki kisses him deeply knowing he would do anything for the boy under him. Give him anything in the world he could just to make him happy. He kisses a trail down the lithe body stopping to pay attention to rosy buds as Watanuki runs his hands through his hair.
Watanuki is in pure heaven enjoying everything Domeki is doing to him. From torturing is over sensitive nipples to tickling him slightly. The archer runs rough hands along his waist before undoing his pants and pulling them slowly off. Torturously slow he runs his hands up his legs, caressing inner thighs as he reaches for his boxers. Watanuki’s hands tighten on his shoulders as he slowly pulls the boxers off. Domeki eyes the harden flesh smiling slightly as the boy turns an even darker shade of red.
With great ease he grabs the swollen flesh and gives it a slow jerk. Watanuki arches up in to the touch and his legs slide up so that they rest against Domeki’s arms. Domeki watches the pleasure chase across the boy’s face as he pants for breath and moans.
“You’re beautiful,” Domeki moans leaning over him to lick the cut on his face. “Give in to my touch and let me hear you scream.”
Watanuki pants heavily and digs his nails in to the wide back arching in to the touch. Domeki kisses him deeply before stopping and moving away. Watanuki moans in disappointment and sinks bonelessly in to the bed. An arm throws itself over his eyes as he struggles to put air in his lungs.
Domeki finishes undress and grabs the lotion off his desk. He looks at Watanuki lying on his bed and smiles. The boy is breathing heavily, his pale skin is flushed a deep red and covered in sweat. The boy’s legs are still slightly parted and his straining cock stands proudly in its nest of curls, one vein sticking out angrily and precum gathering at the top.
He settles on the bed between those parting legs and sets the lotion by narrow hips. He gently strokes the smooth unwounded cheek as the arm moves to reveal wide eyes.
“That was cruel,” he whines.
“Not as much as this,” Domeki smiles pushing his hips hard in to Watanuki’s.
The boy cries out at the contact of flesh to flesh and the hard cock grinding in to his own. He grasps at Domeki for a lifeline as the archer mercilessly grinds himself in to him. Domeki regains his control and leans back. He coats his fingers in the lotion before leaning down and licking Watanuki from the base of his cock to the head. The boy cries out, too new to the sweet sensation. Domeki easily engulfs the cock before thrusting his index finger in to the distracted boy.
Watanuki grabs at the bed at the feeling of Domeki sucking on him like an ice pop. He groans in pain as the thrusting finger makes itself known but knows it’ll get better. Domeki sucks harder on the flesh in his mouth while adding a second finger to stretch him. One of Watanuki’s hands fines itself in Domeki’s hair pulling at the silky locks.
“Domeki!” he moans loudly. “Almost…there.”
Domeki pulls back getting a rough tug to the head. He keeps thrusting his fingers watching the boy wither beneath him.
“No yet,” he whispers thrusting harder. The boy arches up beneath him moaning loudly. Domeki stops much to his disappointment and puts lotion on his cock. He puts Watanuki’s legs on his hips and looks down at him. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” he moans. “Just be gentle.”
“Always,” he smiles.
Watanuki pulls him down for a kiss as he slowly pushes inside him. Sharp pain surges up his back as Domeki fully seats himself inside the tight heat. He throws his head back moaning loudly and grips the bed tightly so hard that his knuckles turn white. The heat encasing his most sensitive body part is indescribable. The body beneath him is trembling as he holds on tightly. Domeki kiss him once more trying to distract him from the pain.
“I’m going to move now,” Domeki whispers in his ear. “Hold on to me tightly if you need to.”
“I’ll be okay,” Watanuki pants.
Domeki rests his head on the boy’s shoulder as he slowly pulls out only to thrust back in hard. Watanuki cries out and moves in to him. It begins to get easier with every thrust in to the body as his muscular stomach rubs against the boy’s hard cock. Watanuki is gently biting and licking at Domeki’s shoulder and throat as his nails scratch down his back. Domeki growls in pleasure as they move faster.
Watanuki throws his head back as an intense orgasm takes over his body. Domeki thrusts several more times before cumming with a silent scream. He grabs his shirt off the floor to clean them up before lying beside him. Watanuki curls in to him as Domeki pulls him closer to his chest.
“Thank you,” Watanuki whispers.
“No problem,” Domeki replies pushing the hair out of Watanuki’s face. “Now that I have you I won’t let you go.”
Watanuki smiles and falls a sleep. Domeki covers them up before joining him in sleep holding the boy closer.

`Fin