by Jet Mykles
Aya groaned. “Yohji…”
“Or have you inside me again.” He licked his lips, making sure Aya watched. “That was hot, Aya. Do it again. Fuck me.”
“Stop it.”
“Fuck me.”
“Yohji.”
“Fuck me.”
“Whore.”
Yohji couldn’t contain his grin, even though it made Aya scowl. “Just yours, baby. Your whore.” He bent his head toward Aya, gratified when the fingers at his scalp allowed it. He hovered, his lips just above Aya’s. “Fuck me.”
Aya’s fingers massaged his scalp. One strong jean-clad leg wrapped around Yohji’s thigh. “This cannot distract us, do you understand?”
He was going to nod but Aya’s hold in his hair tightened.
Aya’s gaze bore into his. “I will not have you die. Do you understand?”
Time froze. Yohji’s heart stopped. An echo of a gunshot and a woman’s cry of pain sounded somewhere in the back of his brain. His heart exploded in renewed pain. Violet eyes, pale skin and crimson hair filled his vision.
He swallowed.
“Understood,” he said with difficulty over the lump in his throat. He squeezed the silky hair in his own hand. “Same goes for you.”
Aya grunted then hauled him into a soul searing kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance, each of them losing and winning even though it hardly mattered.
Yohji stumbled back, still wrapped in Aya, and tumbled onto the hard mattress behind him. Aya fell on top of him, breaking the kiss only to lavish oral attention on his neck, shoulder, chest. His roaming hands slid over Yohji’s arm and he flinched when Aya skimmed over the wound, but it was a minor twinge. Yohji hissed when Aya found a nipple and bit into the hard little nub.
“Aya…” he sighed, caressing his lover’s silky back as the redhead commenced a journey southward toward the place that was aching for him.
–*–
Aya hovered, lips over Yohji’s cock. The salty, musky smell of the man filled his nostrils and the heat of his skin burned Aya’s palms.
“Aya.” Fingers in his hair nudged him toward the twitching, leaking cock that lay on that perfect, golden abdomen. “Aya, please…”
Aya glanced up into hot, pleading jade eyes.
Then pushed off the bed.
“Aya!” Yohji surged to sit. “Damn it…!”
“Need lube,” Aya grunted, hardly daring to talk. Words and sense were failing him. He’d tried to be good, tried to keep his distance, but he was a moth to Yohji’s flame. Now that he’d tasted, he couldn’t get enough. Yohji was right. Abstaining wouldn’t make it better. It might make it worse.
“Oh.”
He heard Yohji behind him but didn’t look. Couldn’t look. He tore open the zipper of his duffel and yanked clothing out until he found the little bag he was looking for. Inside was the bottle he needed. The liquid that would smooth his way in heaven.
When he turned, he was thankful to still be on his knees because the sight would have made them buckle. Yohji lay back on the bed, head on the pillows, knees bent and spread, hand slowly stroking his hard on. His tiny, dark opening peeked at Aya from underneath his balls. Jade eyes and generous mouth grinned at him. “Fuck me.”
Aya growled, climbing to his feet. He tossed the bottle on the mattress beside Yohji. “Keep saying that and I won’t be able to go slow.” He put his hands to the button of his jeans.
“Mmmm,” Yohji grabbed the bottle and quickly poured some liquid on his fingers.
Aya froze as the blond dropped his hands down between his legs and circled his own hole.
“Then don’t,” Yohji purred, pressing the tip of one finger inside.
Aya’s hands shook. “But you’re…”
“So damn hot for you I can’t stand it,” Yohji finished for him, slowly pressing in another finger.
Did the whimper come from Aya or from Yohji? Did it matter? Aya loosened the button and zipper of his jeans, mesmerized by watching Yohji finger himself.
“Aya, hurry.”
Aya blinked, realizing that he’d stopped moving as Yohji eased in a third finger. He smiled. “Feel good?”
Yohji grunted. Eyes closed and biting his lip, he looked too damned sexy for words. “Not as good as your dick, if I recall correctly.”
“Hmmm.” Aya knelt on the bed, reaching for the lube.
Yohji’s eyes opened.
Aya poured lube on his palm. “Let’s see if I can’t refresh your memory.” He capped the bottle, threw it aside, then wrapped wet fingers around his aching cock. “Unless you prefer your fingers…?”
Yohji grunted and pulled his hand back. He grinned a cocky little grin then, to Aya’s continued surprise, grabbed his legs behind the knees and pulled them up. “Fuck me now, Aya.”
Aya positioned himself and leaned in that little bit to rub the tip of his cock against that tiny little hole. “Greedy slut.”
“Mmmm, you know it.”
Aya pressed forward.
Yohji hissed.
“You okay?”
“Mmm, yes. More please.”
Aya had to chuckle, willing try a bit of levity to distract himself from the heavenly press of Yohji around the tip of him. He pressed forward more and had to groan. “Yohji.”
“Yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh… wait!”
Aya paused. Watched as Yohji wiggled, releasing his legs to brace them on Aya’s shoulders.
“Yeah. Okay now.” Green eyes found his. “More.”
Aya went slow, stopping only once more at Yohji’s behest before he was in to the hilt inside Yohji’s hot body. “Yohji.”
Strong fingers dug into his hips. “God, yes. Yours, baby. Fuck me. Remind me.”
Remind me. Aya pulled back slowly, echoing Yohji’s groan. Mine! He pushed forward.
“Shit! Yeah. Aya!”
He looked down to find Yohji working his wet hand on his own cock. Was thankful. He wanted to do it, but he was having trouble not coming. He adjusted one leg, wrapped an arm around Yohji’s thigh and picked up the pace.
“Oh God!” Yohji arched into him. “Oh man, yeah! Aya!”
Push, pull. In, out. Stroke of constricting flesh against sensitive flesh. Hot and warm and, oh god, too good. Pumping hips. Slap of slick hand on Yohji’s cock. Yohji’s gold hair flayed out on the white pillow. Yohji’s eyes closed and mouth open. Aya’s hips snapped forward, uncontrollable. In, out. Fuck yeah! Oh god…!
Aya froze, mouth open on a soundless scream.
“God, Ayyyyaaaa!” Yohji groaned beneath him, flesh milking, extending the orgasm out of Aya’s cock.
Aya’s lungs labored on breath. He felt the sweat on his skin now, making the thigh he clutched in his hands slippery. He cracked open his eyes to see the pool of white on Yohji’s slim, flat belly. He met smiling jade eyes.
And smiled.
No matter what came, Yohji was his.