Our Night (Sequel of The Horny Chii)
Pairing : Yamachii
Type : Oneshot
Genre : Fluff, Romance
Rating : NC-17
Summary : The squirrel feels so nervous.... (as short as usual) just read it... :)
Our Night :
Chinen feel so nervous this night. Yamada promise him that tonight they will do ‘that’. Although Chinen probably know what he must do, but, still, he doesn’t have courage.
'What must I do?' Chinen pacing back and forth in their room. Yamada was in the bathroom. Previously, Yamada offered the squirrel to bathe together, but Chinen refused. He was too nervous to take a bath together. His heart had been seems to explode anytime. Yamada finally give up and let him to shower first. Chinen spent one hour to shower and get ready. Never had he felt the need to give more attention to his body. Imagining Yamada’s hand will touch it made him breathless and more nervous.
Yamada wanted to tease him because the bath that’s too long. But seeing the squirrel face being very red and his hand gripping each other made the older boy finally out of it. He entered the bathroom without saying anything. He did not want to make Chinen more nervous than he is now.
When Yamada out of the bathroom, he saw Chinen still pacing back and forth in the room. He smiled.
"Yuri, if you continue to do that, the floor of this room will have a hollow. And you made me dizzy. Please, stop doing that."
Chinen turned to Yamada. His face grew red. "Why are you wearing only a towel? Where are your clothes?" Chinen look away from Yamada and stared at the wall behind him.
"What’s wrong with this? I'm still wearing my underwear. Moreover, we do not need clothes tonight." He grinned. "Actually it’s me who must ask, why you wearing your clothes again, Yuri? We don’t have planned to going out, aren’t we?" He smirked.
"Eto .... It's just .... I feel cold and I do not want to waiting you just wearing my towel." Chinen's hand gripping his shirt.
“Well, if you feel cold, let me warm you.” Yamada taking Chinen rigid body in his arms, and kiss him.
His mouth was warm as it moved on him, and gentle in a way that the squirrel doesn’t anticipated.
He was holding him lightly too, his fingertips merely brushing his skin as they stroked its cool and silken texture and began an initial exploration of the planes and of his slenderness. Making the squirrel aware of an unwelcome answering quiver along his nerve-endings that he had never experienced before. A confusing reaction which made his heart pound unevenly and set him suddenly racing towards panic.
Chinen pulled away from him. He said huskily, “You don’t have to treat me as if I’m made of glass. I...I know why we’re here.”
Yamada looked at him for a long moment. “But, you are. For me, you are my precious treasure. It’s your first time, Yuri. I have to make you more relax and enjoying it. I can’t make you scared, or you will reject me after this.” He smirked.
Yamada pick Chinen up and lying him in the bed. He tried to unzip the squirrel pants, and hold his shirt to remove it. But, Chinen’s face makes him stop. The squirrel isn’t relaxed at all. He shut his eyes tightly, and his body is frozen. Yamada sighed.
He lifted himself away from him, lying beside the smaller in silence. Eventually he sighed and turned back to him, his hand sliding under the soft short of his hair to cupping the nape of his neck, his touch sending another immediate shiver rippling down his spine.
He said quietly, “Yuri, you told me you wanted this.” Chinen open his eyes.
“I did.” Chinen didn’t look at him as his breathing quickened. “I do. It’s just…”
"Yuri… don't change your mind tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop......" Yamada locked Chinen’ eyes.
Chinen gulped. He tried to look back. ‘I trusted him’ he thought. And then Chinen try to make the first move. He kissing the older, and pulled his hand to his chest. "I won't change my mind," he said throatily." Do anything you want. Do everything."
"No, not everything," he said thickly, while his fingertips moved over the t-shirt, moving down, try to remove it. "You're too innocent for that, my squirrel."
A delicious shiver coursed down his spine. "Then do as much as you think I can bear."
Yamada needed no further invitation. He removed the squirrel shirt and jeans, leaving his underwear alone. His body lowered, and he allowed some of his weight to settle between the squirrel thighs, pinning his in place. The length of his sex pressed into him between their underwear. Chinen relaxed beneath him, his eyes closing as he felt him take his nipple between his fingers, gently shaping it into a hard peak. Yamada’s head bents, the soft, wet warmth of his mouth closing around the squirrel. He suckled and flicked the delicate tip with his tongue, until Chinen could no longer prevent the helpless moans that surged from his throat. His mouth dragged across his chest, dipping sweetly in the center, lazily ascending the second gentle nipple. His tongue touched his chest in a velvety stroke that made it throb unbearably.
Chinen pulled harder at his head, urging him to take his deeper into his mouth, and he complied with a slowness that nearly made him scream. Dimly the squirrel began to understand the sensuous game he was playing, that he intended to prolong his torturous desire, and his own, until they could bear it no longer.
With each soft tug of his mouth, Chinen squirmed upward, his hips lifting against the underside of his shaft. The feel of him was so incendiary that he began to concentrate on the motion, his legs spreading, the smaller body rubbing his in a quickening rhythm.
A muffled laugh escaped from the brown hair guy, and he rolled away from the smaller.
"No," Chinen panted. "Ryo-chan, let me....."
"Not yet." His voice was soft and rough with passion. "I'll give you satisfaction, Yuri.... but not yet."
Chinen climbed over him with determination, crushing his chest into him. His mouth caught at the older lips, and the squirrel pressed against his long body in an effort to sabotage Yamada self-control. For a few scorching moments, Yamada allowed him to make love to him, his hands sliding over his back and buttocks. Soon, however, he rolled the smaller over and pinned his arms to his sides.
"Let me touch you," Chinen whispered, his fingers digging into the mattress.
He ignored the squirrel, his thighs wedging between him.
"Ryo-chan," he groaned, "I need to touch you. Let go of my hands, please, I have to feel you…."
His mouth wandered from the fine vault of his ribs to his stomach, until the muscles of the squirrel abdomen tightened exquisitely. His tongue entered the hollow of his navel with a soft swirl. Chinen wrists strained against his grasp, and he gasped sharply. He continued to tease and stroke, until he was sweating and rigid beneath him. His mouth drifted lower, moving languidly over his stomach, while his hand removed Chinen underwear.
Chinen was shocked to feel his lips venture near between his crotch. "Ryo-chan," he moaned as Yamada long fingers touch and circle gently through his manhood. Catching his salty male scent, the older kissed the tip deeply. Chinen wanted to die at the unbearable intimacy, and his hands went to the older head, fingers sliding into his wet hair. "Don't," he gasped, trying to push him away.
"You said I could do anything." His other fingers searched the delicate entrance to his ass hole.
"I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't think… Oh, shit."
He had done the unimaginable, his mouth invading his stick, wrapped him in his wet cavern, his tongue thrusting past the sensitive skin. Chinen sobbed and clutched at the wet brown-hair head nestled between his thighs. He strokes him more quickly, his other hand moves and clamping over his hips to hold the squirrel still. With each thrust and stroke with his mouth and one hand, and flick of his tongue in the tip, his innocence dissolved like melting sugar. Soon his attentions centered on the erect tip that throbbed with yearning. He drew him into the soft suction of his mouth, pulling rhythmically at his vulnerable semen that comes out, and swallowed it.
Chinen pulled his knees back in a desperate, shameless plea. Yamada flicked him with light, open his leg larger, swift strokes of his tongue around his ass hole, while his middle finger found the opening to his hole and slid deep inside. Chinen scream with a harsh gasp, his body shaking with pleasure and pain. His mouth remained on his for a long time afterward, his tongue nurturing the squirrel, adding one finger again and thrust it, until he was limp and boneless beneath him.
Rising over him, Yamada pulled his fingers, remove his own underwear, positioned himself between his spread legs and entered him in a swift thrust. He filled the squirrel completely, stretching him, sliding until he could go no farther. Chinen bit his lip and arched at the painful intrusion of his hard flesh, his hand gripping the mattress beside him.
Yamada stopped immediately. "Does it hurt?" He took Chinen head in his hands, his salt-flavored mouth brushing over him. "I'm sorry, my Yuri. I'll try to be careful. I'm so sorry..."
"Don't stop," He moaned, wrapping his hand around him.
Yamada made a rough sound and began to thrust inside him carefully, trying not to hurt him more. He kissed the squirrel lips, seeming to lose awareness of everything but him. His violent panting contrasted sharply with the easy motion of his hips, and Chinen realized what a tight restraint he had placed on himself. He pressed his lips against him. "I knew it would be like this." He whispered, caressing his back. His skin was slippery with sweat. "I knew how gentle you would be. Don't hold back. I want all of you."
The words seemed to push him over the edge. He groaned and thrusting the squirrel deeply, his body slamming against him. Chinen gasped in pain and then delight as his silky-hard flesh finds his sensitive spot. Strange, that he could feel so vulnerable and yet so strong, with his body filled and weighted and surrounded by the man he loved. Soon after, they reach their edge and cumming together.
Yamada rolled to his side and gathered the squirrel against his chest. Rolling, Chinen insinuated one of his thighs between the older, loving the heat and texture of his body. He likes the smell of the musky spice of Yamada’s damp skin and sex.
Yamada's hand drifted over the squirrel back. His voice was deep and languid. "It will be better the next time, I promise."
"I hope not." Chinen stroked the side of his waist, his fingers wandering his hip. "I'm not certain that I could survive anything better than that."
A laugh stirred in his chest, and his lips pressed against him. "What a passionate little lovers you are," He whispered. They smiled each other.
“I’m sleepy Ryo-chan.” Chinen yawn.
Yamada pulled the blanket, and whispered. “Just sleep my Yuri, I always here, besides you. I love you.” He smiled.
“I love you too.” Chinen whispered before entering his dream.
***END***
Yaay....finally I made this. My officially first smut fic...XD
Hope you like it....Sorry if this disappointing... :(
Comments always love..... :)
Type : Oneshot
Genre : Fluff, Romance
Rating : NC-17
Summary : The squirrel feels so nervous.... (as short as usual) just read it... :)
Our Night :
Chinen feel so nervous this night. Yamada promise him that tonight they will do ‘that’. Although Chinen probably know what he must do, but, still, he doesn’t have courage.
'What must I do?' Chinen pacing back and forth in their room. Yamada was in the bathroom. Previously, Yamada offered the squirrel to bathe together, but Chinen refused. He was too nervous to take a bath together. His heart had been seems to explode anytime. Yamada finally give up and let him to shower first. Chinen spent one hour to shower and get ready. Never had he felt the need to give more attention to his body. Imagining Yamada’s hand will touch it made him breathless and more nervous.
Yamada wanted to tease him because the bath that’s too long. But seeing the squirrel face being very red and his hand gripping each other made the older boy finally out of it. He entered the bathroom without saying anything. He did not want to make Chinen more nervous than he is now.
When Yamada out of the bathroom, he saw Chinen still pacing back and forth in the room. He smiled.
"Yuri, if you continue to do that, the floor of this room will have a hollow. And you made me dizzy. Please, stop doing that."
Chinen turned to Yamada. His face grew red. "Why are you wearing only a towel? Where are your clothes?" Chinen look away from Yamada and stared at the wall behind him.
"What’s wrong with this? I'm still wearing my underwear. Moreover, we do not need clothes tonight." He grinned. "Actually it’s me who must ask, why you wearing your clothes again, Yuri? We don’t have planned to going out, aren’t we?" He smirked.
"Eto .... It's just .... I feel cold and I do not want to waiting you just wearing my towel." Chinen's hand gripping his shirt.
“Well, if you feel cold, let me warm you.” Yamada taking Chinen rigid body in his arms, and kiss him.
His mouth was warm as it moved on him, and gentle in a way that the squirrel doesn’t anticipated.
He was holding him lightly too, his fingertips merely brushing his skin as they stroked its cool and silken texture and began an initial exploration of the planes and of his slenderness. Making the squirrel aware of an unwelcome answering quiver along his nerve-endings that he had never experienced before. A confusing reaction which made his heart pound unevenly and set him suddenly racing towards panic.
Chinen pulled away from him. He said huskily, “You don’t have to treat me as if I’m made of glass. I...I know why we’re here.”
Yamada looked at him for a long moment. “But, you are. For me, you are my precious treasure. It’s your first time, Yuri. I have to make you more relax and enjoying it. I can’t make you scared, or you will reject me after this.” He smirked.
Yamada pick Chinen up and lying him in the bed. He tried to unzip the squirrel pants, and hold his shirt to remove it. But, Chinen’s face makes him stop. The squirrel isn’t relaxed at all. He shut his eyes tightly, and his body is frozen. Yamada sighed.
He lifted himself away from him, lying beside the smaller in silence. Eventually he sighed and turned back to him, his hand sliding under the soft short of his hair to cupping the nape of his neck, his touch sending another immediate shiver rippling down his spine.
He said quietly, “Yuri, you told me you wanted this.” Chinen open his eyes.
“I did.” Chinen didn’t look at him as his breathing quickened. “I do. It’s just…”
"Yuri… don't change your mind tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop......" Yamada locked Chinen’ eyes.
Chinen gulped. He tried to look back. ‘I trusted him’ he thought. And then Chinen try to make the first move. He kissing the older, and pulled his hand to his chest. "I won't change my mind," he said throatily." Do anything you want. Do everything."
"No, not everything," he said thickly, while his fingertips moved over the t-shirt, moving down, try to remove it. "You're too innocent for that, my squirrel."
A delicious shiver coursed down his spine. "Then do as much as you think I can bear."
Yamada needed no further invitation. He removed the squirrel shirt and jeans, leaving his underwear alone. His body lowered, and he allowed some of his weight to settle between the squirrel thighs, pinning his in place. The length of his sex pressed into him between their underwear. Chinen relaxed beneath him, his eyes closing as he felt him take his nipple between his fingers, gently shaping it into a hard peak. Yamada’s head bents, the soft, wet warmth of his mouth closing around the squirrel. He suckled and flicked the delicate tip with his tongue, until Chinen could no longer prevent the helpless moans that surged from his throat. His mouth dragged across his chest, dipping sweetly in the center, lazily ascending the second gentle nipple. His tongue touched his chest in a velvety stroke that made it throb unbearably.
Chinen pulled harder at his head, urging him to take his deeper into his mouth, and he complied with a slowness that nearly made him scream. Dimly the squirrel began to understand the sensuous game he was playing, that he intended to prolong his torturous desire, and his own, until they could bear it no longer.
With each soft tug of his mouth, Chinen squirmed upward, his hips lifting against the underside of his shaft. The feel of him was so incendiary that he began to concentrate on the motion, his legs spreading, the smaller body rubbing his in a quickening rhythm.
A muffled laugh escaped from the brown hair guy, and he rolled away from the smaller.
"No," Chinen panted. "Ryo-chan, let me....."
"Not yet." His voice was soft and rough with passion. "I'll give you satisfaction, Yuri.... but not yet."
Chinen climbed over him with determination, crushing his chest into him. His mouth caught at the older lips, and the squirrel pressed against his long body in an effort to sabotage Yamada self-control. For a few scorching moments, Yamada allowed him to make love to him, his hands sliding over his back and buttocks. Soon, however, he rolled the smaller over and pinned his arms to his sides.
"Let me touch you," Chinen whispered, his fingers digging into the mattress.
He ignored the squirrel, his thighs wedging between him.
"Ryo-chan," he groaned, "I need to touch you. Let go of my hands, please, I have to feel you…."
His mouth wandered from the fine vault of his ribs to his stomach, until the muscles of the squirrel abdomen tightened exquisitely. His tongue entered the hollow of his navel with a soft swirl. Chinen wrists strained against his grasp, and he gasped sharply. He continued to tease and stroke, until he was sweating and rigid beneath him. His mouth drifted lower, moving languidly over his stomach, while his hand removed Chinen underwear.
Chinen was shocked to feel his lips venture near between his crotch. "Ryo-chan," he moaned as Yamada long fingers touch and circle gently through his manhood. Catching his salty male scent, the older kissed the tip deeply. Chinen wanted to die at the unbearable intimacy, and his hands went to the older head, fingers sliding into his wet hair. "Don't," he gasped, trying to push him away.
"You said I could do anything." His other fingers searched the delicate entrance to his ass hole.
"I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't think… Oh, shit."
He had done the unimaginable, his mouth invading his stick, wrapped him in his wet cavern, his tongue thrusting past the sensitive skin. Chinen sobbed and clutched at the wet brown-hair head nestled between his thighs. He strokes him more quickly, his other hand moves and clamping over his hips to hold the squirrel still. With each thrust and stroke with his mouth and one hand, and flick of his tongue in the tip, his innocence dissolved like melting sugar. Soon his attentions centered on the erect tip that throbbed with yearning. He drew him into the soft suction of his mouth, pulling rhythmically at his vulnerable semen that comes out, and swallowed it.
Chinen pulled his knees back in a desperate, shameless plea. Yamada flicked him with light, open his leg larger, swift strokes of his tongue around his ass hole, while his middle finger found the opening to his hole and slid deep inside. Chinen scream with a harsh gasp, his body shaking with pleasure and pain. His mouth remained on his for a long time afterward, his tongue nurturing the squirrel, adding one finger again and thrust it, until he was limp and boneless beneath him.
Rising over him, Yamada pulled his fingers, remove his own underwear, positioned himself between his spread legs and entered him in a swift thrust. He filled the squirrel completely, stretching him, sliding until he could go no farther. Chinen bit his lip and arched at the painful intrusion of his hard flesh, his hand gripping the mattress beside him.
Yamada stopped immediately. "Does it hurt?" He took Chinen head in his hands, his salt-flavored mouth brushing over him. "I'm sorry, my Yuri. I'll try to be careful. I'm so sorry..."
"Don't stop," He moaned, wrapping his hand around him.
Yamada made a rough sound and began to thrust inside him carefully, trying not to hurt him more. He kissed the squirrel lips, seeming to lose awareness of everything but him. His violent panting contrasted sharply with the easy motion of his hips, and Chinen realized what a tight restraint he had placed on himself. He pressed his lips against him. "I knew it would be like this." He whispered, caressing his back. His skin was slippery with sweat. "I knew how gentle you would be. Don't hold back. I want all of you."
The words seemed to push him over the edge. He groaned and thrusting the squirrel deeply, his body slamming against him. Chinen gasped in pain and then delight as his silky-hard flesh finds his sensitive spot. Strange, that he could feel so vulnerable and yet so strong, with his body filled and weighted and surrounded by the man he loved. Soon after, they reach their edge and cumming together.
Yamada rolled to his side and gathered the squirrel against his chest. Rolling, Chinen insinuated one of his thighs between the older, loving the heat and texture of his body. He likes the smell of the musky spice of Yamada’s damp skin and sex.
Yamada's hand drifted over the squirrel back. His voice was deep and languid. "It will be better the next time, I promise."
"I hope not." Chinen stroked the side of his waist, his fingers wandering his hip. "I'm not certain that I could survive anything better than that."
A laugh stirred in his chest, and his lips pressed against him. "What a passionate little lovers you are," He whispered. They smiled each other.
“I’m sleepy Ryo-chan.” Chinen yawn.
Yamada pulled the blanket, and whispered. “Just sleep my Yuri, I always here, besides you. I love you.” He smiled.
“I love you too.” Chinen whispered before entering his dream.
***END***
Yaay....finally I made this. My officially first smut fic...XD
Hope you like it....Sorry if this disappointing... :(
Comments always love..... :)