Answers - Genma/Raidou fic
I do love some Genma/Raidou. ^_^ My friend julis requested some GenRai from me, gave me this scenario involving a pervy Genma, his straight room-mate Raidou, and some voyeurism. I meant it to be a few pictures, and a SHORT light-R-Rated pwp, but my brain took that and RAN with it. So. Have a pornfic!
Title: Answers
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anal, Oral, Voyeurism, Alcohol, Language, First-person POV, Graphic mansex.
Summary: Genma resolved early on that he'd never put the moves on his best friend, Raidou. And he kept that promise - until, one night, he couldn't any longer. Pre-canon, early twenties Genma and Raidou.
Answers
Raidou was my best friend. My partner, my comrade in arms, and recently, my roommate. We've been close for as long as I can remember - ever since early days in the academy we were nearly inseparable.
His parents disapproved of me almost from the start. The Namiashi family was a painfully straight-laced bunch, and I gained an early, only halfway-deserved reputation for being a troublemaker. But after the Wars, Raidou completely disregarded his parents' wishes, warnings, and finally threats, and got an apartment with me. I loved him for it.
Raidou has always been my best friend. And for as long as I can remember, I've had to suppress the part of me that wanted him to be more than that. It's not that I was in love with him - nothing like that - it's just that ever since we went through puberty together, ever since we shot up, filled out, and started chasing girls, I've caught myself staring at him when he wasn't looking. I realized I was gay pretty quick, when I figured out I was looking at him the same way he looked at the girls.
It took me a long time to tell him. He was very obviously not interested in men - actually, he seemed quite uncomfortable with the idea - and his upbringing had only served to strengthen that point.
But after years of pretending interest in girls around him, I realized I couldn't pretend any more. Fearing the worst, I got him drunk on nicked sake, and told him as gently as I could with my tongue thick and clumsy in my mouth.
I should have known he'd accept that, just like he accepted every thing else about me. His calm rationality, even in his half-drunk state, the way he showed not even the slightest bit of discomfort with my preferences, made me cherish his friendship even more. And it made me resolve to never, ever put the moves on him, no matter how good he started looking to me.
And he did look good - when I stopped growing, he kept on. He was long and tall and heavily muscled, tanned from the outdoors activities he enjoyed, with dark, messy hair and slightly tilted, deep brown eyes. Add to that soft-looking, almost pouty lips that pulled up into a brilliant smile, and a package you could just tell was impressive, even wrapped up in ninja blacks... Yeah. I wanted him.
So did half the girls in the village. And he wanted them right back.
That changed a little after that nightmare of a mission that landed both of us in the hospital. We were lucky; our third didn't make it. That was when Raidou got his scars.
God, he hated those scars. They were kind of tough to look at at first, before they healed - they looked raw and red and painful, and the white of his eye was filled with blood for a long time. I looked anyway, just like I always had. I was there with him through the whole healing process. Even when he hid his face, I still didn't look away. He was still Raidou.
See, I thought he was still handsome as hell. Scars are part of us - I've got them all over my body - and I tried to explain this to him. I tried to tell him they made him look rugged, rakish, even, but he wouldn't believe me.
Once the redness and swelling went away, I hardly noticed them any more, but of course he did. The outgoing friendly guy got a lot quieter, and as a result, his love-life suffered. He didn't talk about it much, but it added up. There were still girls who wanted him... but partially because of his newfound shyness and poor self-image, what used to be fun, friendly encounters turned into a series of impersonal one-night stands.
He started drinking more, and then laid off a little on that when he found a new hobby to take up his time: porn. I knew he bought it, I knew he watched it, but never when I was home. I didn't watch mine when he was home, either. We were considerate like that.
But then one night I came home early from the bar, drunk off my ass. It had been a slow night, no one worth picking up, no one even worth talking to, so I spent my money and my time at the counter, drinking - I don't even remember what it was, now. I just remember it was cheap, so I had a lot of it. I guess he wasn't expecting me home any time soon, because when I walked into the house he was sitting on the living room couch, watching one of the adult movies I'd been finding stashed under the edge of the couch, recently.
"It's okay," I slurred when he startled and went to get up to turn off the VCR. "I'll watch it with you. Don't have anything better to do."
I sat down opposite him on the couch and noticed a good-sized gathering of empties at his feet - he must have been pretty trashed, as well.
I got comfortable and took a look at the television screen. Some big-chested girl doing something to herself - I wasn't disgusted, I was just not all that interested. So... instead, I watched Raidou watch the movie. I watched his hand slide up the inside of his thigh so stealthily I wasn't sure he even knew it was happening, watched him shift in his seat. His erection was impossible to miss, standing up in his lap, stretching the front of his thin cotton shorts. I could barely pull my eyes away. Sure, I occasionally saw him walking around in the morning before it had a chance to go down, and yeah, I've had to wake him up a few times, seen it tenting his blankets. I never had a chance to stare like this, though.
I never had a chance to see him lightly, slowly brush his fingers over it, thinking I couldn't see him doing it.
This went on for a few minutes, his secretive touching, and I was just drunk enough, just horny enough, to suggest something I never would have, otherwise.
"It won't bother me if you want to jack off," I said, in as off-hand a fashion as I could manage.
He froze, then turned to look at me with a guilty, just-got-caught look on his face.
"Go ahead, Raidou. It's dark, it's late, we're both drunk, and I'm not going to make fun of you later, or anything."
A loud moan from the screen caught his attention for a second, and he shifted in his seat.
"You sure?" he asked, adjusting himself through his shorts.
"Go ahead, Rai, it's cool," I slurred, my heart racing at the idea of watching Raidou touch himself. I felt a little guilty, but not nearly enough to overcome my drunken, raging hormones.
He stood up abruptly, swaying slightly, his cock pushing his shorts out in front of him. It took all my will power not to grab my hard-on right then, but I just barely held myself back.
"Want a beer?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, turning my eyes to the screen. I didn't know if I had convinced him or not, but I didn't want to risk my staring freaking him out.
He came back with the beer and sat back down. Within a minute he was openly rubbing himself through his shorts, running his fingertips up and down the underside of his shaft, circling and squeezing at his head. I watched out of the corner of my eye, uncomfortably hard myself, hoping he'd just drop his shorts and let me see it.
My mouth was literally watering - his cock stretched his shorts out so much that there was a wide gap between the waistband and the hard muscles of his stomach. He slipped his hand into that gap, and I could see his hand moving through the thin, stretchy fabric. I couldn't hold back any longer - I had to start doing my own sneaky touching.
Not long after that, he downed the rest of his drink, set the bottle on the floor, and pulled his hand out of his shorts. I held my breath and pretended to be fascinated by the rutting bodies on the television screen when he slid his thumbs under his waistband and lifted his hips off the couch.
I think I almost came when he rolled his shorts over his hips. I know it only took about a few seconds, but I felt like he was moving in slow motion; the fabric slid down slowly, revealing first his tight lower stomach, then his dark, curly pubic hair, then the base of his dick. From the corner of my eye, I watched every inch of that cock as it was revealed. Finally, it slapped back against his stomach, and he sat back down with his shorts around his thighs.
I had always suspected, but now I knew for sure - Raidou had the biggest, thickest, most fucking stunning cock I had ever seen. Long, heavy, just barely curved, topped with a bulbous, mushroomed head. I bit my tongue trying to hold back a groan when he wrapped his hand around it - but there was nothing at that point that could have kept me from grabbing my own cock.
Once he started slowly stroking himself, I slid my pants over my hips and took my own hard, aching flesh into my hand. I know he noticed, but he didn't say anything - just kept watching the video, kept stroking.
After a few minutes, his hand sped up noticeably, and he let out a soft noise that I just barely heard over the fuck-noises coming from the tv. I tore my eyes away from the tempting sight in his lap to see what had turned him on, and that was when I really started to fear that I wouldn't be able to keep the promise I had made to myself for much longer.
It was just a blow job. Nothing fancy, nothing kinky - Raidou was getting off to the sight of some girl giving head to some guy. I bit the inside of my cheek, imagining myself wrapping my lips around Raidou's monster and sucking, licking, sucking until he came in my mouth. I tried not to think too hard about it, but I couldn't help it - Raidou was getting obviously more aroused the longer it went on, stroking faster, rolling his hips up. I could even hear his ragged breathing over the video's moans and sighs.
At this point, I could have gotten up and walked out of the room, I could have tucked my cock back into my pants and just stopped, I could have closed my eyes and finished myself off. Later, I thought that maybe I should have. In all the years I had known Rai, I had never, ever put the moves on him, for a reason - I didn't want to change our friendship for the worse, just because I was attracted to him.
But I was drunk, I was horny, I was already halfway to coming. He was half-naked, jacking off to a fucking blow job, making these quiet noises that I never thought I'd hear coming from his mouth.
I was still struggling with myself when he let go of his cock, brought his hand up to his mouth, licked his palm, and started stroking again.
That was it. My self-restraint was gone, all my morals out the window; the only thing left in my head was the desire to suck my best friend's dick.
"Raidou," I called softly. He froze.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" I asked. He inhaled sharply, but didn't answer. I pressed.
"Not to brag or anything, but I'm really good at it."
He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and my heart started slamming in my chest, my body warning me too late that I was about to get myself into trouble. I began to fear that I had made a very big mistake.
"Genma, I'm not gay," he said quietly, but I couldn't help but notice that he hadn't gone soft, hadn't pulled his hand away from his dick. At that point, my drunken mind figured that the only way out was forward, so god help me, I pressed harder.
"I know you're not. It's just a blow job. Hell, I don't care if you pretend I'm a girl."
His eyebrows lowered, but... he gave his cock a slow stroke.
"...Okay," he said quietly. I guess - actually, I think I was counting on this - his hormones were yelling louder than his common sense, too, because I know he hadn't been lusting after me for all these years.
I'm not going to pretend I had second thoughts. I'm not going to pretend I asked him, "Are you sure?" or anything like that. Because I was off the couch in a second, trying to look calm but failing miserably, happy that I just managed to not trip over my pants, and kneeling in front of him before he even tilted his head back up. He barely had his hand out of the way before I wrapped mine around his thick base and swiped my tongue over his head, not giving him any time for second thoughts. He breathed out so hard I could feel it, cool over my flushed forehead.
Oh, god, he tasted good. Salt-sweat and skin, and the thrilling, vital taste of precum filled my mouth, and I eagerly lowered my head to taste more of him. He moaned when I took his mushroom-tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.
With my free hand, I tugged his shorts over his knees, and he helpfully lifted one foot out, spread his legs so I could knee-walk a step closer, so I could suck more of that thick cock into my mouth.
He was surprisingly vocal when I really started in on him, sucking and licking. It was sloppier than usual - but at times like this, who cares, really? He dug his fingers into the couch cushion and groaned loudly through clenched teeth the first time I relaxed my throat and let his head slide right in.
Then again, maybe it wasn't surprising that he was loud - he was really drunk, and with his size, it was possible that none of the girls he had been with had been able to take him in all the way, like I did. It took some effort, I'm not going to lie, but I was able to slide my lips down around his base, pubic hair tickling my nose, his balls tightening against my thumb.
I slid back up to suck hard at his tip, and he surprised me again by wrapping a hand gently around the back of my neck - and moaning my name.
"Genma... Oh, fuck, please do that again."
At the desperate, needy sound of his voice, heat flashed through my body, circled wildly, and then flared and rushed into my cock when he thrust up oh-so-gently into my mouth. I slid my lips back down his shaft, and at the same time I slowly slipped my hand between my legs.
I pumped myself furtively as I sucked on Raidou. God, I loved sucking cock - I loved the tastes, the smells, the sounds... Every noise Raidou made was arousing as hell, every noise he made made it harder not to start moaning back. Running my tongue wetly up his shaft, I let my eyes trail over his body, over his wildly clenching stomach muscles, his perfectly formed chest, nipples hard under his thin tee-shirt. I kept going, up to the strong cords and tendons in his neck, and the pulse beating visibly there. My eyes reached his face, and I found that he was watching me.
Watching me slide my lips down his dick, watching me lick all around his tip, watching me get off to the taste of his cock in my mouth.
I held that eye contact as I slid back down, stroking myself just out of his line of sight, and the expression on his face just about killed me. Lowered eyelids, parted lips, hot blood glowing under the tanned skin of his cheeks - having that look focused on me made me want to do much, much more than this. Imagining this thick cock inside me, thrusting deep, I closed my eyes and moaned, and he moaned back, his hips straining up to push his heated flesh deeper into my mouth. I felt him jerk, then his cock hardened impossibly in my mouth, and that did it for me. I groaned loudly and came against the worn upholstery of the couch. He was right behind me; he dug his fingers into my shoulder, sucked in a deep breath, then thrust up into my mouth. He let out these short, panting moans as his hips spasmed wildly and he filled my mouth with thick spurts of his hot, slightly bitter come...
...and I knew right then I wanted to do this again, and again, and again, as many times as he would let me.
Was it a good idea? No, probably not. But seeing Raidou lose control like that because of me was one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed.
We didn't really talk about it. I wiped my hand off on the hem of my shirt and stood on unsteady legs, and he tiredly pulled his shorts back up. He ran his hand through sweat-spiked hair and blew out a long breath, then leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking like he was ready to drift off to sleep.
"Mm," he said, and then, "Good."
I grinned.
"G'night, Raidou," I said, and I turned the tv off on my way to bed.
We didn't talk about it, but it happened again the next weekend. And then the weekend after that. I made sure to keep beer in the fridge, and Raidou began staying home almost every night. More clothes came off every time; it started with my shirt, because the cool air felt good on my back when I was exerting myself between his legs, and then his shirt, our pants, and eventually we started stripping from the get-go. I stopped caring if he could see me touching myself. I wanted his cock-- God, I wanted his cock and it was driving me crazy. It got to the point where I was finger-fucking myself while I sucked him off, pretending it was his dick inside me.
And we still didn't talk about it.
We didn't really talk about much of anything any more, seemed like. I didn't know how to bring it up - I guess I was afraid that if I made him admit there was something going on, he wouldn't be comfortable doing it any more. I don't know why he didn't say anything, but he didn't; we just kept doing it, kept avoiding the topic, and it started getting awkward. It started to feel like the only time we hung out was when I was on my knees, between his legs.
But then one night, while I had his cock deep in my throat, he started talking.
"I got a blow job at the bar... nnh... the other night."
"Mmh?"
"Ahhh... I couldn't get off."
Curious what he was getting at, I pulled my mouth off his cock, not missing the disappointed look in his eyes when I did so.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I fucked her."
"Did you get off then?"
"Well, yeah... God, Gen, keep going," he said, squirming. So I did. After a few moans, groans, a sharp accidental tug on my hair, he was close to the edge... and I was still trying to figure out where he was going with this. I had a pretty good guess, though. I pulled off again.
"...Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Oh, fuck, Gen--- Ahh!"
His cock pulsed in my hand, and a thick rope of cum shot out to hit me in the face. I lowered my head, sucking him back into my mouth, to swallow the rest.
I guess I had my answer.
But... He stayed away for a few days. I only saw him for a few seconds at a time, and he didn't speak to me. I started to think that I had been wrong - that I had crossed a line.
Then a week after the incident, he sat beside me on the couch with a couple of beers. He handed me one, but didn't say anything - and I didn't really know what to say, either - so we just stared at each other while we drank. He looked nervous as shit... but he had a hard-on.
I decided to go back to established ground. We were on the couch together, drinking beer, and he was hard, so...
"Want me to suck you off?" At best, he would let me, and it would relax him... at worst, he would say no, and then we could talk about why not.
"Oh, god yes," he sighed.
I shucked my clothes before I could think twice about it - I was glad to see him do the same - and I dropped to my knees in front of him.
I had really missed this. He must have too; he was louder than ever.
And he came in about thirty seconds flat.
I sat back on my heels, jacking myself furiously, trying to use the visual of his wet cock and spread legs, the tiny glimpse I had of his asshole, to get me to the edge.
He sat up. I stopped.
"Let me," he said, looking vaguely unsure even as he said it. I didn't argue though; I kneeled up, and moaned when he wrapped his hand around my dick. I didn't expect him to wrap his other arm around my waist, to stroke my spine, to cup my ass. I also didn't expect his mouth to hover, slightly open, an inch away from mine.
His breathing sped up, and I felt him start shaking. He leaned in closer, more hesitant to kiss me than he had been to touch my cock.
I didn't let him think too much about it. I closed the distance, sealing our lips together briefly with just a hint of tongue brushing over his upper lip. He groaned and jerked me back to him when I leaned away.
He was a damn good kisser; the combination of his tongue in my mouth and his hand moving slowly on my cock had me moaning and bucking forward. I felt my orgasm rushing close - then he broke away.
"Genma, I want..."
We looked each other up and down. God, he was getting hard again--
"You want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Yes," he breathed and pulled me in for another kiss. His hands went to my ass, kneading, squeezing, stroking, and I pushed my hips forward to brush our cocks together. We both moaned, and I had a brief thought - Raidou couldn't exactly say he was straight any more, not if he liked this so much. Not that I'd say that to him, though.
"Come on," I said, pulling back and standing. His eyes honed in on my cock, rosy pink and standing stiff at attention, and for one dizzy moment I thought he was going to go down on me. But then he blinked slowly and shrank back; it seemed he wasn't ready for that.
I tilted my head toward my bedroom and said in a low voice, "Let's go, Rai."
Raidou followed me inside my bedroom, then paused just inside the threshold, looking around like he'd never been there before.
Second thoughts, I imagined. Damn it. I knew what to do, though; when I was touching Raidou, he wanted me.
So I casually stepped in front of him, slowly wrapped my hand around him and started pumping.
"What's the matter, Rai?" I asked, slipping a hand behind his neck.
"Nh... Nothing," he panted, putting his hands on me again. Thank God.
"Come on, Raidou, just lay down and let me do the work," I suggested, twisting my hand up his shaft, then letting go.
With a groan, he moved to the bed and settled on his back, folding his hands behind his head, trying not to look nervous as he watched me get the lube out of my bedside table drawer.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. As I popped the cap and poured a small circle of lube into my palm, he asked me, "Does it feel good?"
"Of course it does," I said, coating my fingers and reaching around to my backside. "I wouldn't do it if it didn't."
"But you suck cock," he said, resting his hands on my thighs.
"So?" I asked a little breathlessly as I slid two fingers inside my ass.
"That doesn't feel good, does it?"
"That's-- nhh-- different. That turns me on. And I like the way it tastes."
He was silent for a few moments, brushing his fingers over my thighs, my hips, my dick.
"I don't get it," he said. I rolled my eyes at him. This was a hell of a time to have this conversation...
I groaned as I pressed a third finger inside my body, knowing I'd need the extra give to handle Raidou's monster. He was watching me with arousal-- and confusion. I paused the in-and-out movement of my fingers.
"Look," I said, a little out of breath. "You - you go down on women, right?"
He shook his head no.
"What? Okay, okay..." I tried to think of another thing to compare it to, but couldn't. "Alright, Rai, do you want to try it and see? If you don't like it, you can stop."
He frowned slightly and looked at my cock, which was jerking sporadically - at the thought of being in Raidou's mouth, at the feel of the three fingers still stretching me open.
He brushed his fingertips over it, light touches and strokes that were enough to make me moan anyway. Then he ran his index finger over the head, swiping up the tiny dot of precum welling up in the slit. I groaned at the erotic sight of Raidou, pink spreading across his cheeks, licking his finger to taste me.
"Okay," he said, meeting my eyes. I popped my fingers out of my ass and rolled over onto my back beside him.
I was already twitching my hips up when he crawled over me to position his face even with my erection. I felt my eyes try to roll back in my head when he licked a line up the underside of my shaft. He hesitantly wrapped his lips around my tip, and I reached instinctively for his hair.
At the last second, I remembered the lube coating my hands, and fisted them in the sheets instead; I didn't want to do anything to lessen Raidou's enjoyment of his first experiment in cock-sucking.
I arched my back and moaned softly when he took me deeper, his lips soft and wet around my shaft, his tongue slightly rougher against the underside. He sucked gently on the way up and I gasped out his name. His mouth felt so fucking good - soft and hot and wet - and it had been a long time, for me anyway, since I'd had a mouth on my dick.
...He had been staying home almost every night for the past two months - but I had stayed home every night. Just in case.
Hearing his name said like that must have really done something for him, because after that, he dropped every shred of hesitation and started sucking with great enthusiasm. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't have any idea what to do with his tongue, he scratched me more than once with his teeth, but I couldn't have cared less. It was amazing anyway - because it was Raidou's mouth around me.
After a few minutes of that, I was about to burst. Maybe he noticed, because that's when he decided to stop. I groaned when his mouth pulled away, but he simply examined my erection, giving it one firm stroke, seemingly oblivious to my distress. The he lifted one of my thighs, directing his gaze lower. His hand slid up my inner thigh, reached my balls, stopped with a thumb half an inch away from my asshole.
"Go ahead," I panted. Flushing even pinker, he looked closer, then circled my slippery pucker with a finger. I felt my body twitch, and he pressed harder.
I inhaled deeply when he slowly pushed his finger inside my ass. He paused when he reached the second knuckle.
"Holy shit, Gen," he breathed.
"What?" I asked, stomach muscles fluttering.
"That's really fucking tight. Is it going to fit?"
I groaned at the thought, and the breathless sound of his voice.
"Yeah," I assured him. "It stretches."
He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in with two fingers this time.
"Fuck," he muttered in a shaky voice, burying his fingers. I groaned and spread my thighs wide when he began a slow exploration of my insides.
His hot, heavy breaths drifted over my cock, the sensation causing me to clench in arousal. He let loose another string of curses, then turned his hand palm-up to explore further.
He grazed my prostate; I shuddered.
"R-right there," I gasped, then groaned when he sought it out again.
"Is that it?" he asked, curling his fingers.
"Mmhhh-- yes," I whispered, rolling my hips. He continued massaging around that bundle of nerves. Raidou was panting heavily now, staring at his fingers where they disappeared inside my body.
"Ahh... another finger," I whispered. I tightened my hands in the sheets when he thrust a third thick finger into my hole.
He groaned deeply when I arched my back and squeezed around his slowly thrusting fingers. I watched his face, sweaty and flushed and slack with need, watched the slide of heavy muscles under the tanned skin of his shoulders as he fingered me.
Raidou had always been good with his hands, and he was quickly proving that was was just as true in the bedroom as it was in the field. I moaned and felt a thin thread of precum bubble out of my slit to drip down and pool in the hollow between my clenching stomach muscles. He swallowed audibly, met my eyes.
"This is... really turning me on," he admitted, then licked the sweat off his upper lip.
"Mmm - I'm ready if you are," I said breathlessly.
He let out a soft groan and leaned down to taste my cock again. After all the stimulation I had already had, it was too much.
"Fuck - I'm close," I gritted out. I would have loved to come in his mouth, but as comfortable as he seemed to be right now, I didn't think he was ready to swallow.
And I was right - he pulled away quickly and my cock slapped wet against my stomach. He slid his fingers out of my hole and quickly climbed out from between my legs to lay beside me.
"What is it?" I asked, sitting up on my elbow. I panicked a little, thinking he was having more second thoughts.
"You do it," he said in a thick voice, reaching out to rub my hip, completely erasing my worries. "Ride me."
Oh, fuck yes. Grinning widely, I straddled his hips and reached for the lube. There was probably plenty all around my asshole, but... I wanted to be sure.
Raidou groaned and thrust up into my hand when I slathered a generous amount of lube onto that huge cock of his.
My thighs shaking in anticipation, I raised up and thumbed his dick into position.
"Does this mean I'm gay?" he asked seriously.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"You still like women, right?" I asked, legs shaking harder from the way I was poised over him.`
"Yeah... but... I really like your body. And your mouth. And your cock." With that, he grabbed my cock, giving it a long, slow stroke.
"Nnh-- god, Rai... You like women. You're not gay," I insisted, rubbing my slippery crack against his shaft. "Now, do you want to fuck, or what?"
With a soft groan, he pushed up against me, his cock-head sliding over my crack. I took that as a yes.
I reached between us to steady him again, and lined him up with my asshole. I couldn't take my eyes off his face when I slid down, easing his tip into my body. His jaw clenched; his eyelids fluttered. A bead of sweat ran down his temple and disappeared into the damp-dark hair over his ear.
Good so far... I eased down, gasping at the unbelievable thickness of his shaft as I took him in, inch by inch. His mouth dropped open when I got about halfway down and my strained muscles protested, clenching sharply.
"Oh-my-god..." he breathed, clutching my hips. I groaned thickly at a heavy pulse of his cock inside me.
"Raidou-- fuck, you're huge," I gasped, sliding further down his thick pole. He pressed the side of his face into the pillow and moaned.
Once my body started getting used to the huge intrusion forcing me open, I raised and lowered myself in a testing motion. Almost...
"Holy fuck," Raidou gasped.
I lifted myself again, slowly, dizzy at the feel of that thick shaft sliding, gliding, pressing so hard against my stretched insides. When I rose almost as high as I could go, Raidou made a strangled sound in his throat, dug his fingertips into my hips, pulled me back down and thrust up hard into my body.
A noise I had never heard myself make ripped out of my throat, something animal and almost pitiful. I couldn't see for a second, I was so overwhelmed by the conflicting messages my fritzing nerve endings were sending my brain. I gasped and blinked, and when the haze lifted away, Raidou was watching me with concern on his lust-darkened features.
"Sorry," he whispered, rubbing his thumbs soothingly over the hollows under my hipbones.
"It's okay," I mumbled, regaining my bearings and circling my hips. "Do it again."
He groaned and we started moving. His eyes swam out of focus when he slammed back into me, and mine threatened to do the same each time I crashed down onto the cradle of his hips. I resolutely kept my eyes open to read every movement of our bodies on my best friend's face. Blood suffused his handsome, sweat-shiny features, making those scars that he hated so much stand out in sharp, pale relief, the blood not reaching the thick twists of dead tissue.
It was beautiful in its own way, like the veins on the underside of a leaf, or the shape of bare tree branches against the sky. It was organic and fascinating and nowhere approaching hideous, as he seemed to think.
Once we found a rhythm - slow, thigh shaking withdrawals, sharp, deep thrusts that made us both cry out softly - I reached out to caress the left side of his face. He jerked his hand away from my hip, rhythm faltering; I think he was going to pull my hand away, but then his eyes snapped into focus on my face, and he reached instead for my bobbing erection.
"Hnnngh-- God, Rai... " I moaned, straining forward into his touch, then grinding my ass down onto his swollen cock.
Circling my hips, I traced a line down his face, over his neck, down his shoulder, tasting his scars with my fingertips as I leaned back.
I shuddered when the head of his cock pushed against my prostate, and I nearly lost my balance.
"Ah-- that's it, Raidou," I hissed, reaching behind me to grab his knees for balance. He groaned, long and deep, his hand steadily rubbing and squeezing the hot, hard flesh of my dick, and I circled my hips again, my inner muscles tightening around him.
My insides felt like they turned to liquid when he thrust his hips up into me, his strong stomach muscles shifting and tensing beautifully under his skin. My whole body stiffened, and as steady waves of weakening pleasure rushed through me, I held onto his knees for dear life, rolling my hips up and down, wailing low in my throat.
"Nnnnngod, Raidou, right there, oh, fuck," I babbled, nearly out of my mind with pleasure. The sound that drifted up from his mouth, breathy and full of need, snapped the last tether holding me back, and my orgasm ripped through me. My back arched, my fingernails dug into his knees, and I clamped down hard around him. White fire flashed through me, rushed out of the tip of my cock to splash over his hand, his stomach, his chest.
I only realized I had been yelling when I stopped and heard the deep, growling, urgent sounds Raidou was making. Rolling his head back, tendons and sinuous veins standing out sharply on the thick, flushed column of his neck, he released my softening cock and gripped my hips tightly.
"God, Genma-- it's so--- fucking-- " he gasped harshly, fucking up into me in short, sharp thrusts that jostled my insides beautifully. I never learned exactly what it so fucking was, because then he roared, lifting his hips - and my knees - clean off the bed. I steadied myself on the sheets, groaning with him when I felt his cock move profoundly inside my ass, felt him jerk and twitch as his release pulsed out forcefully inside me.
"Ahhhnnn... Ahh... holy shit," he breathed as his back relaxed back down onto the mattress.
I felt a lazy grin spread over my face.
"Goddamn," he whispered, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Yeah," I agreed, stretching my back, and then climbed off his lap with a quiet groan as our bodies pulled apart. I spread out on the bed beside him and looked over his long, still-shuddering body, already having a hard time believing that I had just had sex with Raidou, though the dull ache in my backside should have made that point pretty obvious. But then he rolled over to face me, and rested a hand on my bare, bruised, sweaty hip, and it became a whole lot easier to believe.
"That was..." he blinked and softly stroked my hip. "I didn't think I'd like it that much."
I laughed quietly and reached out to lazily trace the scars that decorated his shoulder. "Sex is never bad," I said.
"I know, but that was really fucking good. I've-- I've never been so turned on," he admitted softly, running his hand up to draw light circles on my stomach. "I thought I was going to come as soon as I was inside you."
"I'm glad you didn't," I grinned at him. He was still touching me, but his face was starting to express doubt, and a little bit of regret. "Look, Rai, it was exciting because it was new."
He nodded, still brushing patterns over my abdomen.
"What does this mean, now? What does this make us?" he asked, not meeting my eyes when I tried to read his. But he was finally addressing the question that had been looming between us for months. Now that he finally asked, though, now that it was out in the open, it was easy to answer.
"Raidou, you're my best friend. That's not going to change. Now we're just - friends with benefits."
"Fuck buddies?" he asked lightly, meeting my eyes now. I guess I managed to somehow put him at ease. Either that, or the fact that we were finally talking about it.
"Sure," I agreed, grinning.
"And if I want to stop?" he asked, brushing a thumb over my nipple.
"Then we stop, and we're still friends," I assured him, threading my fingers into his damp hair and tugging lightly. He still looked a little unsure.
"And how does this not mean I'm gay?" he asked, scrunching his eyebrows.
"Raidou," I started - I was going out on a limb, and doing my best to sound like I knew what I was talking about. "Since we started fooling around, have you been attracted to other guys?"
He actually thought about it for a few seconds, and then answered slowly. "Nooo... just girls."
"See? You're not gay. It's simple - you like girls, and Genma. That's okay, right?" I asked.
"Girls and Genma," he said, mulling it over. Then he finally grinned. "Yeah, that'll work. I like girls and Genma. And right now, I really, really like Genma."
I gave him my best crooked, sexy, heavy-lidded smile, and in return, he gave me that 'I want you' look that turned me on so much. I felt myself stiffening again, and he noticed.
"How did I never see how hot you are?" he asked quietly, seemingly to himself, as he dragged his fingers down my chest and wrapped them around my hardening cock. I groaned softly, and saw his dick start twitching back to life.
He leaned in to kiss me, all teeth and tongue and hand steady on my swelling flesh, and by the time he broke away, I was moaning into his mouth.
"Can I fuck you again?" he whispered into the humid space between our faces.
As much as I wanted to say yes, I really couldn't. I knew my body would already be hating me in an hour or so when it cooled down.
"Tomorrow. I'm a little too sore right now," I answered, and I felt his body slump in disappointment.
"Sorry," he said, and I leaned up to kiss him, flashing my teeth at him when I pulled away.
"Raidou, don't ever apologize for the size of your dick. I'll get used to it, and then you can fuck me all you want. But-- nhhh..." I broke off as his hand suddenly got wonderfully tighter around me.
"But," I continued, a little more out of breath now, "We can go shower. And then I want to suck that big dick again."
He visibly perked up, and I let out a little breathless laugh.
"Can I suck you, too?" he asked, pressing closer, rubbing his thick shaft against my thigh.
"Mmmh... I will never say no to that," I promised, bucking up into his hand.
"Do you think... do you think you could handle me fingering you? I really liked doing that," he whispered haltingly, pressing his cock hard against my leg.
"Nh, God, Rai. Yeah, I can handle it," I breathed, my hips rolling up at the admission. "Fuck-- Raidou, shower. Now. Before I come all over you."
"If you come now, can you come again later?" he asked, speeding up his hand.
The answer was yes.
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