Curious - GenRai fic
Title: Curious
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, rim, frot, porn-watching, m/m, masturbation... think that's it.
Summary: Raidou wonders if there's more to gay sex than he knows about, and looks to Genma's porn stash for inspiration.
This is the fourth in a connected series of one-shots, ( Answers, Fill the Silence, and Mess are the first three, if you like to read things in order. ^_^) But it is a PWP, as all of them are to some degree, and can definitely be read by itself. For julis. <3
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Curious
It's funny how quickly things can change sometimes, and you don't even realize it. Four months ago, I was perfectly content with my life, with my handful of casual relationships, with my solid friendship with Genma. If you had told me then that now I'd be screwing Genma, and only Genma, and it was so good I hardly even looked at women any more, I would have called you crazy.
But it was true. When we were both at home, we fucked all the time, all over the apartment. When he was out on a mission, I used that time to recover, to let my bruises and scrapes heal, and I never once had the urge to go out and get laid. I found out that the waiting made it even better, when he did get home. And now, it had been four days since the last time, and that edge, that need hadn't quite reached the fever-pitch that made our reunions in bed so overwhelming, such a deep and sensual experience, that made up for all of my doubts, all of the things that would always go unsaid. I needed something more. I needed something new.
I had the day off one Wednesday, day after Genma got in really late from a short mission, because Aoba wanted to work my shift at the missions center; some cute chuunin was scheduled to be back from her mission, and Aoba always complained that he missed her. I gave it up happily. I got enough of sitting and waiting around during all the bodyguard jobs I pulled. So I was off, and I knew Genma would be on-shift until six. It was the perfect chance.
I was curious.
I had my tapes, and Genma had his. He had watched, or pretended to watch, at least a dozen of my videos before we dropped that pretense, and I had never seen a single one of his.
Not that I was interested in watching gay porn.
But I was interested in knowing what turned Genma on.
I knew where he kept his tapes - top shelf in his closet, on the right. I often caught myself staring at the stack through the open closet door at night, on the verge of sleep, wondering. Wondering if there was more to gay sex than I knew about.
I didn't think he was getting bored with me - nothing like that. I knew that he liked what I did, if only for the simple fact that I always made sure he came. But I jumped into this thing totally clueless, and now I was wondering if there was more we could do than just sucking and fucking.
It was around one o'clock - Gen would be out for four more hours, at least. I had time to do a little research, recover from it if I needed to, and think about it for a while. I decided to go ahead; I might not get another chance for awhile.
My mouth went dry as soon as I stepped foot into his room. It had seemed like a good idea just a second ago, but now that I was standing in front of his closet, I wavered. A man's porn was private, I thought... but then I reminded myself that he had seen almost all of mine.
I took a mental picture of the stack of videos, then gingerly pulled the one from the top, careful not to disturb the others. I didn't feel bad for what I was doing, but still - he didn't have to know.
I grabbed a beer, checked the locks on the front door, and popped the tape in the VCR. As I settled on the couch, my heart was thudding in my chest - I couldn't deny the excitement of doing something that I maybe shouldn't be doing.
That thought tugged at me a little, so I diverted it by pressing play. I was immediately assaulted by the image of... I couldn't even process what I was seeing at first. It was a tangle of arms and legs and dicks and asses and mouths. An orgy? No thanks. I hit fast-forward, hoping it wasn't all like that. I was in luck; after half a minute of watching a pile of men writhe in double speed, the screen faded to black and brightened again.
This part looked, well, pretty decent. They didn't look oily or gross or fake, like the guys in that last scene. I was a little disappointed that they didn't do anything other than fuck - no kissing, and nothing new, though they did at one point use a position I had never thought of before. I felt a little warm when I imagined squatting over Genma, pounding down into him like that. I felt my body start reacting, and I hit fast-forward again. I sped through a few more scenes, just more of the same, it looked like: impersonal anal sex shot at half a dozen different angles, complete with lurid lighting and no-doubt horrible dialogue.
I hit play again when the recording quality changed. Two men, half naked, were kissing on a mattress. I thought about fast-forwarding, or just calling it a day, sure that this would just be more crap, but there was something about the smaller man's body that reminded me of Genma - long, tightly muscled torso, powerful thighs and buttocks - and that impression was strengthened when I noticed the way the corners of his lips curled up even when he wasn't smiling. My face warmed when they stripped each other and stroked each other's erections, still kissing. Then they arranged themselves into a sixty-nine position, the camera zoomed in on the smaller man sucking his friend's dick, and I felt myself swell in my pants.
After a good time spent on that, the camera zoomed back out, and I noticed that the big guy was... was he really licking his asshole? I leaned in closer and saw, with a confusing mix of disgust and arousal, that that was exactly what he was doing. It looked like he was really getting into it, too.
The camera got closer, and I saw the way he held those firm, muscular cheeks open, the way he licked and probed at his friend's pinkish pucker with his tongue, and I realized I was fully hard. I stopped the tape.
The living room felt like it was about ten degrees too hot. I peeled my shirt off and walked to the kitchen, adjusting my erection on the way. I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator door and drank it down in about fifteen seconds. God, was I horny... Now that I was in here, away from the tv, I let myself run my palm over the bulge filling out the front of my shorts. I leaned against the kitchen counter and closed my eyes, imagined myself doing that to Genma. Could I? I wondered. I visualized myself running my tongue up his crack, pushing it into his ass, and I could almost hear him moaning. Yes. I could do it.
I reached inside my shorts, thinking that I should have watched the tape a little later, because now I was impatient as hell for Genma to get home. Hearing Genma's thick moans in my mind, imagining him getting off on me licking his ass, I pulled my shorts down and went to work, and I ended up coming into the kitchen sink with his name on my lips.
But I still had almost four hours to wait. I passed the time by showering, cleaning up the little mess I had left in the sink, doing a load of laundry, having a few beers, and trying not to get myself too worked up over what I wanted to do to him, once he walked through the front door.
When he finally got off work, I was hoping he'd head straight for the shower. I had put up the tapes already, but I hadn't put them out of my mind; I was ready, and having a hard time keeping my cock down. I had debated squeezing another one off before he got back, but decided against it because I wanted to be sure I had something left.
He walked in through the door and headed for the kitchen instead of the bathroom. I hung back for a minute, trying not to be impatient on the couch, until I realized I was hungry, too. I had eaten breakfast, but my mind had been so preoccupied I had skipped lunch.
I picked up an apple from the counter and started in on it, just now noticing the little buzz I had. Though I couldn't be sure it was just from the few beers I'd had - I had the jitters almost as badly now as I had the second night we had sex, when I wasn't sure if he'd let me, or I'd like it if he did, or if the previous night had just been a fluke. But that had turned out just fine, and I was sure this would, too, if I could actually bring myself to do it.
"What is it?" he asked between bites of reheated leftovers - and I realized that I had been staring.
"Nothing. What do you mean?" I asked, and I felt myself turning red in the face.
He grinned, but didn't say anything, just watched me for a few more bites. I ignored the urge to turn away and hide my face, which was undoubtably giving off all sorts of things that Genma could read. I didn't know why I was embarrassed, anyway.
And then I did know. Genma had been the one showing me the ropes in this; so far, while I was usually the instigator, he was the one who showed me what to do. Because he was the one with the experience, and I had no-one else, didn't want anyone else, to learn from. But now, I was going to try something new, something he'd never suggested, or showed me, or explained. And I had no idea if he even liked it.
It wasn't really that big a deal. It's not as if... licking ass, or whatever it was called, was a huge departure from anything else we did. I licked his cock, I licked his nipples, I licked him just about everywhere, I fingered and fucked his asshole. But it was because I planned it, I researched it, I showed interest in learning more about gay sex.
And there it was. It was only displaced shame, an instinctual reaction. But this was Genma, I reminded myself, it wasn't my dad, or the guys at the missions office, or my old academy teacher. Genma liked me no matter what - even if I watched gay porn when I had a few hours to myself. Hell, he'd probably like me more if he knew that.
So I relaxed and slumped back against the counter, tossed my apple-core into the trash bin, and gave him a look that made it very clear he'd be getting fucked, and soon. He smiled back, a slow grin that sent sparks of heat straight to my crotch. Then the dishes were in the sink, and he was shrugging out of his uniform vest.
"I'm taking a shower," he said, peeling off his hitai-ate. "You coming?"
"I'll be there in a minute," I said. I had learned that Genma was very open about his bodily functions, and it was best if I waited until he was actually in the shower, unless I wanted to get a very different kind of show. He nodded, winked, and walked out.
Once I heard the shower start, I gave him a few minutes to wash his hair, and then I followed. I stripped and stepped into the shower just as he was soaping up his stomach. He gave me a lazy-eyed smile and scrubbed his way lower, working up a lather in his pubic hair that sent soapy trails down his thighs, down his soft dick. His hand went lower, wrapping around his length, and I watched him grow and swell under his touch.
I reached for him and flattened my hand over his chest. I rubbed a circle over his breastbone, watching the way the soap showed his fine chest hair clearly. Genma's body hair was just slightly darker than his skin, almost unnoticeable when it was dry, but it got dark when it was wet, and it glowed golden in the sunlight that slanted through my window in the afternoon. The narrowing line that ran down the center of his torso always drew my eyes down to where it spread again in a thick, soft thatch around his cock. I ran my thumb down that line, remembering how it felt under my tongue, almost ticklish, and I wasn't surprised to realize I was incredibly hard.
"I'll wash your back," I offered, and Genma laughed, probably at what he guessed was my hurry to get the actual getting-clean part out of the way, so we could move on the the getting-dirty-again. That wasn't the whole truth, though; I knew Genma was a clean freak, showered three or four times a day, sometimes more, but if I was going to do what I was going to do, I wanted to make sure he was really clean.
He handed me the soap and turned around, started rinsing his front while I soaped up his back. Genma looked amazing, wet - his hair clung to his cheeks, his neck, and his upper shoulders, his smooth muscles looked somehow sleeker and more defined at the same time, and the light tan that covered his body looked even darker. I traced a few of the pale scars criss-crossing his back on my way down to his ass.
I put the bar of soap in its depression on the shower wall, then used both hands to spread the suds over his muscular butt cheeks. He hummed softly and braced his hands against the wall. When I dug my fingertips and and spread him open, he arched his back, and oh, god, I considered just taking him there under the spray, putting off my plans, but I had a feeling if I waited, I might not have the courage to do it later. So I compromised by allowing myself to press my dick against his soapy crack, to slide my hands over his hips, pull him hard against me, and thrust against him. Once, twice, three times, and then I pulled back again.
My right hand ghosted over his hip, my fingertips pressed in to his flank, drew a slippery line to his asshole. I traced light circles against his puckered skin. He lifted one foot and planted it on the edge of the tub, and I pressed in harder, not penetrating him, just massaging his hole. He groaned and looked over his left shoulder at me, and I leaned in to kiss him. As our tongues tangled in a slow dance, I let my left hand move forward and downward, let my thumb and fingers wrap around the base of his cock. With the water spraying down, I gave him a long, slow stroke at the same time that I finally pushed a finger inside him. He bit down lightly on my bottom lip.
"Should I turn off the water?" he asked, meaning, Are you going to fuck me? because we found out many showers ago that the hot water didn't last long enough for that.
"No. I want to go to the bedroom," I answered. He nodded, thrust into my hand, and then turned around to face me. Our cocks met, wet and hot and sliding between our slippery stomachs. I sluiced the falling water over his back, rinsing off all the suds, and kissed him as I spread his ass open to let the spray wash away any soap left in his crack.
"Mmhhh," he moaned, low and smooth, and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I squeezed harder on his bottom, pulled his body tight against mine, almost lifting him off the tub floor. Just rubbing like this was almost enough to get me off - had been enough, on several occasions - and it was getting to that point. I never would have imagined, before Genma, that it could feel so good, so unbelievably hot, to have someone else's hard cock sliding against mine.
I rubbed my fingertips over his crack one more time, and satisfied that it was as clean as it was going to get, I reached out to turn off the shower.
As I settled onto his bed over him, I reflected that it was always like this with Genma, from the earliest times. This rapid descent into undeniable, overwhelming need - need to taste him, to feel him, to hear him make those noises. I had these urges that hit me with the force of compulsion, and he seemed to understand, because he usually let me do whatever I wanted, whatever I needed to do. And right then, what I needed to do was to move my mouth down his chest, his stomach, to let that light fuzz of hair tickle my tongue, to lick the hollow of his hip.
He rarely asked me what I was doing - and I was very glad of that when I pushed his thigh up and let my mouth move lower, to suck at the tendon standing out from his inner thigh, and then lower still. If I had had to put into words what I was about to do, I might not have been able to go on.
But he didn't say a word, he let his body remain relaxed and pliable in my hands, he allowed me to push his legs back farther, to slide a pillow under his lower back. Now his bottom was propped up and spread out, he had his hands hooked around the backs of his knees, and he was watching me through desire-slitted eyes. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned down.
Suddenly I was nervous. What if I do it wrong? What if he doesn't like it, and that's why he's never asked? What if it's disgusting? I tried to push those thoughts out of my head, but they still lingered as I pressed my lips against the still slightly damp skin just above his asshole.
And then he moaned quietly, and that helped. Encouraged, I kissed lower, and I felt his warm, puckered skin against my lower lip.
"God, yeah," he whispered, and my cock, slightly deflated by my momentary insecurity, stirred and thickened between my legs. I took another breath, pushed my tongue out, and licked.
I was relieved that it just tasted like skin, like any other part of his body. I tightened my hands on the backs of his thighs, licked again. I felt the subtle flex of muscle under my hands, heard him draw in a sharp breath.
So he did like it. I wondered if he had done this before - I thought I might ask him later, but not now. Now I pushed in closer, flattened my tongue over his asshole and licked him harder.
It didn't take long for me to get drawn into this, to lose myself in the act, to give myself over to just licking, and kissing, and listening to the sounds he made, feeling him move against me. He pushed his ass up, in that wordless plea for more, for deeper, so I used my grip on his ass to spread him wider and pushed my tongue inside.
"Nnnnh!" he groaned, and he pulled his knees closer to his chest as I thrust my tongue in and out of his hole. Now there was a taste - it wasn't bad, though, it was organic and subtle, and easily ignored for the way he moaned, for the way he said my name when I pushed my tongue as deep as it would go.
I thrust my tongue inside a few more times, then pulled back, unsure if I should keep on, or move on to something else. I looked up his body to meet sex-glazed eyes, dark pink cheeks. That look on his face always slayed me, and this time was no expection; I groaned softly, felt my cock twitch.
"God, I love rimming," he said, his voice rough. I noticed a thread of precum connecting the tip of his cock to his stomach.
"Do you want me to keep going?" I asked, running my thumb over his pucker. I was reaching the point where I'd have to fuck something soon, his mouth, his ass, my hand, but he seemed to like this so much I didn't want to stop if he wasn't ready.
"Can I... " he started, then he cut his eyes away. I pressed my thumb against him harder, pushed inside to the first knuckle. That pulled his eyes back to my face. "Let me do it to you, Raidou."
I froze, heart hammering in my chest. He wasn't asking for much, and he hardly ever asked for anything, but still...
"Let me do it," he said again, unaware of the panic I felt. "It feels soooo good."
He pushed his tongue-tip out, wet his bottom lip, and I wavered. I knew he wouldn't do anything to make me uncomfortable; I was aware of how careful he was to avoid that, usually.
And... I had been curious, though it was hard to admit that even to myself, as to what he got out of it. Out of all of it. He loved the things we did, of that there was no doubt, but the asshole had always been just another body part, to me, and one that I only paid attention to in the shower, and then only enough to make sure it was decently clean. I wasn't curious enough to try touching myself, and I definitely wasn't curious enough to borrow one of his toys when he was out, but this...
This seemed a lot less intimidating than anything else would. The though of him touching me there, fingering me made me a little nervous, and the thought of him fucking me actually scared the shit out of me, but licking? I thought I might be able to handle a little of that.
"I'll stop if you don't like it, and you can fuck me or whatever. But just... try it," he said, and I decided. As soon as I was uncomfortable, I'd tell him to stop, and he'd stop. I trusted him.
"Okay," I said, and I sat back on my heels, let him sit up. "How do you want me?" And that got a look from him that I had never seen before - eyes narrow and hot, mouth tilted up at the corner, almost predatory, and I felt a thrill of arousal shot through with thin thread of fear. And then he was on his knees, his thighs pressed against mine, leaning in for a fierce kiss, and that fear settled in my stomach, warmed into nervous anticipation.
He leaned back, and answered me, and his voice was slightly shaky, but reassuring for all of that. "On your knees or on your back, whichever way is more comfortable. But I think I do it best when you're on your knees." Just Genma, just normal, showing me the ropes. I nodded and he moved off the bed, out of the way.
I grabbed the pillow and pushed it toward the top of the bed, leaned down and arranged myself on my knees and elbows. I felt strange, like this, and even stranger when I felt Genma's weight on the bed behind me. Then he was leaning over me, running a hand down my back.
"Just say if you want me to stop," he said, and then he pressed his lips against the back of my neck. A shiver ran through my body, and then another one when he scraped his teeth lightly over my shoulder, and his hair brushed ticklish over my skin. I nodded and closed my eyes.
I concentrated on the feel of his strong hands running down my back, over my hips, down my thighs. So strange, this was... Genma hovering behind me, over me, touching me all over. I could feel the heat radiating from him, warming my back. Fighting the urge to tell him to stop, I took a long, shaky breath.
I felt him shift behind me, and then one hand slipped under my parted thighs to caress my cock. He stroked me slowly, firmly, until he brought me moaning to full hardness again, and only then did he lean down to kiss the center of my back. I breathed steadily and accepted it, and after a few seconds his lips moved lower.
His tongue was hot, running down my spine into the crack of my ass. He splayed his hands over my ass, and I felt his calloused fingers dig in, his palms press up against my cheeks, lifting and spreading me open, and I immediately felt far too vulnerable.
"Genma," I said, but then his tongue flattened, warm and wet, over my asshole, sparking off nerve endings I never realized I had. There was a weak flutter in my stomach, and my protest died on my lips when he very, very gently licked.
I pressed my face into the pillow when he did it again, and again, and it was strange to feel his breath puffing out of his nostrils against the drying saliva on my tailbone, but even stranger to know that this felt really, really good to me. Now he was pressing in harder, rubbing the flat of his tongue over my puckered skin, and my cock jerked, my asshole twitched. He moaned softly and squeezed my ass, spread me open more.
He pushed the very tip of his tongue against me so that it forced my sphincter open only a fraction of an inch, and then went back to licking when he felt me stiffen. I forced myself to relax, found it didn't take that much effort, because whatever he was doing with his tongue now felt amazing. I groaned quietly and spread my legs a bit more, and I felt him exhale heavily. He dug his fingertips in and pushed with his tongue-tip again, and this time I tried to stay relaxed, just to see what he was going to do.
He was going to tongue-fuck me, that's what he was going to do. He slid maybe an inch of his tongue in, pulled back and licked a few times, then slipped it right back in. But now he didn't go back to licking; he rhythmically pushed his tongue in and out of my body, breathing heavily against my skin, and - it felt absolutely amazing. My cock was throbbing hard just from that, from the feel of his pointed tongue gliding over the very inside of my asshole. I felt my body flush all over, and I started to panic.
"Stop. I don't like it. Stop," I said into the pillow, because I really fucking loved it, but I wasn't supposed to love it - he was the one who liked things like this, not me. It was never supposed to be me.
He smoothly pulled back, panting, and released his hold on my bottom.
"You alright?" he asked quietly. I felt the bed shift behind me. I pulled myself together - there was really no reason for me to get bothered by this. I said he could do it, and he stopped when I told him to. But he was so damn turned on by it - and I was too. The best way to deal with it, I figured, was to distract us both.
I rolled over onto my back, saw him kneeling at the foot of the bed, his cock standing straight out from his lap, shiny and dark pink at the tip. Mine was the same, so full of blood it was a wonder it didn't actually hurt. His face was flushed dark, his eyes' focus sharp and hungry as they roamed over my chest, my face, my cock. His hand drifted down to his erection and gave it a squeeze, and it was almost as if he didn't realize he was doing it, like it was a surprise, because his eyelids drooped lazily as soon as he touched himself.
"I'm fine," I whispered, and his eyes flicked back up to my face.
"Good," he said, and then he was leaning down. I groaned loudly when my dick was surrounded by the warmth of his mouth, and that warm wetness was quickly joined by incredible suction.
"Ah, god, Gen," I breathed, thrusting into his mouth without ever making the conscious decision to do so. He groaned around my hard flesh and bobbed his head lower, lower, and I rolled my head back when I heard a wet sound almost like a click, felt my crown pass through the entrance to his throat. The unintentional noises he made when he deep-throated me used to concern me a little, but by now I knew that he was fine, he'd stop if he wasn't, and all they did was turn me on even more. And fuck, was I turned on right now. He slid down, down, until my whole cock was buried, until his nose pressed against my pubic hair, and then pulled back up.
"Genma, nnnhhh-- " I moaned as he sucked wetly, loudly on my glans, then started a quick, bobbing rhythm on my cock. I lifted my head to watch, and felt my stomach twist when I was confronted with the sight of Genma, face sweaty and pink, sucking my dick with his hand shoved between his legs, squeezing his own swollen flesh. I reached down, ran my thumb over his cheek, and he turned his eyes up to meet mine. The room spun.
"Oooooh, god, I want to fuck," I moaned, and he moaned back, and I almost thought I lost my chance. But he pulled his mouth away just in time, and I had to look away from the string of spit that stretched between his lower lip and the tip of my dick, for fear that just seeing that would set me off.
Genma crawled over me, hissing when his shaft slid against mine, and I pulled him down into a kiss. It was messy and breathless, all teeth and tongue and spit, the best kind, and I was thrusting blindly against the inside of his thigh. I reached for the nightstand, thinking that was where he put the lube last, but it wasn't there. I groaned, frustrated.
He broke the kiss and leaned away, stretching his body and crawling up, halfway off of me when he couldn't find it. He rummaged through the top drawer while I ran my hands over his thighs and stomach. My hips were still flexing up; I was humping the air in my impatience. He went on to the next drawer, and I couldn't keep my hands off of his cock any longer. It was barely a foot from my face, and when I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked up, he moaned, and a thick drop of precum pooled in his slit, rolled down the side of his head.
"Ahh-- just a second-- " he panted, still searching for the lube.
"Hurry," I said, and then I sat up on my elbow. I leaned closer and licked the tip of his dick.
"Dammit, Rai," he groaned, and kept looking. After a few seconds of me tasting his head with my tongue, he made a triumphant noise. Knowing I would no longer be slowing his search, I slid my lips down over his cock.
He gasped, wobbled, and then steadied himself on the headboard with one knee on the mattress beside my ribs, the other hovering above my shoulder. I grabbed his hips and took him deeper into my mouth. He let out a low, unsteady moan, braced his other hand on the headboard and began thrusting slowly into my mouth.
I relaxed my jaw and let him set the rhythm for the moment, tightening my lips around him every time he pulled back and trying to use my tongue whenever I could. At the same time, I grabbed the lube from where he had dropped it on the pillow and thumbed the cap open. The coolness was a shock to the overheated flesh of my cock when I upended the bottle.
I dropped the bottle, wrapped my hand around my dick to spread the lube around. Genma groaned over me and thrust deep into my mouth. I moaned and kept sucking, pulled my hand away from my shaft and reached between his legs to trace a line down between his rhythmically clenching buttocks.
We both made little breathless noises when I reached his hole, still slightly wet with my spit, and slid my longest finger inside. Murmuring incoherent encouragement, he let me guide his cock in and out of my mouth, using the leverage of that one finger.
I heard what sounded like a hiccup, felt him clench tight around me. I jerked my head back so that his cock popped out of my mouth.
"Ah-- Raidou-- what the fuck-- " he panted, pushing back against my finger.
"Not yet," I whispered. I slipped my finger out of his body. Not yet - I loved watching him, feeling him come when I was buried deep inside him, like I was desperate to be right then. I scooted myself a few inches closer to the top of the bed, grabbed his hips, and said, "Come here."
He dropped his other knee to the mattress. Still gripping the headboard, he pushed his ass toward my crotch, and I reached down to steady myself as our bodies strained toward each other. The tip of my cock slid against his asshole.
"Raidou... " he whispered, and he took a deep breath, pushed back so that my head pushed against his pucker. "Ohhhh, 'm so fucking close." And he looked it, too - his cock was twitching as I pushed up, pushed in, forced an inch of my cock inside him. With a throaty moan, he lowered himself at the same time as I lifted my hips, and within two breathless seconds I was totally engulfed in his heat.
"Ahh, fuck," he breathed. He twitched and shuddered around me and I moaned.
"Not gonna last long," I apologized.
"I don't care," he said, and he rolled his hips, pulling a shaky groan from my lips when he squeezed around me again. He used the muscles in his thighs and his grip on the headboard to raise himself, and then he slammed his ass back down. I spread my hands out over his hips and helped when he did it again, meeting him with an upward thrust.
"Ahhh, shit," he hissed, and rolled his hips into another bruising, exhilarating meeting of our bodies. I moaned loudly, felt the coiling heat low in my belly spread, felt my nipples tingle. So fucking hot, so fucking good...
He released one hand from the headboard and wrapped it around his cock. With a loose two-fingered grip, he began pumping himself in time to our bed-shaking rhythm. I dug my heels in and thrust harder, deeper, almost crazy with lust at the way he looked. Hair hanging around his face, clinging to his damp, sex-flushed cheeks, eyes closed, mouth open, muscles in his shoulders and torso flexing, nipples dark and stiff, cock so goddamned hard he could probably pound nails with it...
"Raidoooou--- ahhhh!" he gasped. I could see his stomach muscles tensing, tighter and tighter, could feel his thighs shaking, could see the flush spreading down his throat. I knew what he was going to say next, what he always said, but I wanted to hear it anyway. "Oh, god, I'm coming," he moaned, and slowed his hips until he was just riding my head. He groaned deep in his throat, gave himself one more stroke, and his first spurt of cum was strong, splattering up my chest to my throat.
"God, yeah," I whispered, and I pulled his hips back down, stroked deep into his tight, quaking ass as he coaxed the rest of his seed out onto my stomach with slow, almost lazy strokes, moaning all the while.
I was moaning, too, and the look of slack-jawed pleasure on his face as he came down from the high of his orgasm set something off inside of me, it tightened my fingers on his hips, it clenched my teeth. I rammed into him as hard as I could, guiding his body, and the bedsprings protested loudly.
"So fucking good, Genma," I groaned, and I slammed my head back, knocking it against the headboard when I felt my climax nearing. Vaguely, I heard him curse, felt him twitch, but then he steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders and gasped at a deep, brutal thrust.
"Ahhh!" I cried out, and then I was coming, I was coming hard, and it felt so amazing to empty myself inside him, to feel my seed pulse out into his hot, wet insides with every thrust, and to know that he liked this just as much as I did. "Mmmh," I moaned quietly, rolling my eyes back as the very end of my climax drained out of me, left me weak and shaking and clutching at his hips like they could hold me steady.
And then I was done, and we were breathing heavily in the now quiet room. I exhaled loud and long, suddenly exhausted, a husk, an empty shell as I was so often after Genma. I moaned softly at one last, involuntary spasm, and let my hands fall away from his hips. He drooped lower, and I ran my fingers lightly over his sweaty forearms down to his hands where they rested on my shoulders. He flinched, jerked his left hand away.
"What happened?" I mumbled, then hissed as he disengaged and bonelessly rolled to lay beside me.
"Ah, caught my hand between the headboard and the wall," he answered, then he grinned. "I've had worse," he said, making it not an issue. "How's your head?"
I laughed softly. I reached up and probed my skull with my fingers, quickly found a tender spot that was turning into quite an impressive goose-egg. "I'll be fine," I said.
He settled in beside me, sweaty skin pressed close, but neither of us cared enough to move. He was watching me with a trace of humor on his face. I frowned slightly, and then he flicked his eyes away to the closet.
I felt my face turn red, and I knew that if he hadn't known before, he did now.
"You watched them," he teased. "What did you think?"
"I watched one," I corrected. "And I didn't really care for it."
"Except for that one part," he grinned, and I didn't bother to argue with him. I didn't know what I'd say, anyway, and besides, I was glad he didn't seem upset that I'd gotten into his stuff. "That's my favorite part, too," he said, and he ran his hand down my stomach. In a lighter voice, he asked, "We gonna go that again?"
"Yeah," I said, sliding my fingertips up his arm, careful of his smashed finger. Again and again and again, for as long as it lasted.
"Good," he said, because it was.
END
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, rim, frot, porn-watching, m/m, masturbation... think that's it.
Summary: Raidou wonders if there's more to gay sex than he knows about, and looks to Genma's porn stash for inspiration.
This is the fourth in a connected series of one-shots, ( Answers, Fill the Silence, and Mess are the first three, if you like to read things in order. ^_^) But it is a PWP, as all of them are to some degree, and can definitely be read by itself. For julis. <3
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Curious
It's funny how quickly things can change sometimes, and you don't even realize it. Four months ago, I was perfectly content with my life, with my handful of casual relationships, with my solid friendship with Genma. If you had told me then that now I'd be screwing Genma, and only Genma, and it was so good I hardly even looked at women any more, I would have called you crazy.
But it was true. When we were both at home, we fucked all the time, all over the apartment. When he was out on a mission, I used that time to recover, to let my bruises and scrapes heal, and I never once had the urge to go out and get laid. I found out that the waiting made it even better, when he did get home. And now, it had been four days since the last time, and that edge, that need hadn't quite reached the fever-pitch that made our reunions in bed so overwhelming, such a deep and sensual experience, that made up for all of my doubts, all of the things that would always go unsaid. I needed something more. I needed something new.
I had the day off one Wednesday, day after Genma got in really late from a short mission, because Aoba wanted to work my shift at the missions center; some cute chuunin was scheduled to be back from her mission, and Aoba always complained that he missed her. I gave it up happily. I got enough of sitting and waiting around during all the bodyguard jobs I pulled. So I was off, and I knew Genma would be on-shift until six. It was the perfect chance.
I was curious.
I had my tapes, and Genma had his. He had watched, or pretended to watch, at least a dozen of my videos before we dropped that pretense, and I had never seen a single one of his.
Not that I was interested in watching gay porn.
But I was interested in knowing what turned Genma on.
I knew where he kept his tapes - top shelf in his closet, on the right. I often caught myself staring at the stack through the open closet door at night, on the verge of sleep, wondering. Wondering if there was more to gay sex than I knew about.
I didn't think he was getting bored with me - nothing like that. I knew that he liked what I did, if only for the simple fact that I always made sure he came. But I jumped into this thing totally clueless, and now I was wondering if there was more we could do than just sucking and fucking.
It was around one o'clock - Gen would be out for four more hours, at least. I had time to do a little research, recover from it if I needed to, and think about it for a while. I decided to go ahead; I might not get another chance for awhile.
My mouth went dry as soon as I stepped foot into his room. It had seemed like a good idea just a second ago, but now that I was standing in front of his closet, I wavered. A man's porn was private, I thought... but then I reminded myself that he had seen almost all of mine.
I took a mental picture of the stack of videos, then gingerly pulled the one from the top, careful not to disturb the others. I didn't feel bad for what I was doing, but still - he didn't have to know.
I grabbed a beer, checked the locks on the front door, and popped the tape in the VCR. As I settled on the couch, my heart was thudding in my chest - I couldn't deny the excitement of doing something that I maybe shouldn't be doing.
That thought tugged at me a little, so I diverted it by pressing play. I was immediately assaulted by the image of... I couldn't even process what I was seeing at first. It was a tangle of arms and legs and dicks and asses and mouths. An orgy? No thanks. I hit fast-forward, hoping it wasn't all like that. I was in luck; after half a minute of watching a pile of men writhe in double speed, the screen faded to black and brightened again.
This part looked, well, pretty decent. They didn't look oily or gross or fake, like the guys in that last scene. I was a little disappointed that they didn't do anything other than fuck - no kissing, and nothing new, though they did at one point use a position I had never thought of before. I felt a little warm when I imagined squatting over Genma, pounding down into him like that. I felt my body start reacting, and I hit fast-forward again. I sped through a few more scenes, just more of the same, it looked like: impersonal anal sex shot at half a dozen different angles, complete with lurid lighting and no-doubt horrible dialogue.
I hit play again when the recording quality changed. Two men, half naked, were kissing on a mattress. I thought about fast-forwarding, or just calling it a day, sure that this would just be more crap, but there was something about the smaller man's body that reminded me of Genma - long, tightly muscled torso, powerful thighs and buttocks - and that impression was strengthened when I noticed the way the corners of his lips curled up even when he wasn't smiling. My face warmed when they stripped each other and stroked each other's erections, still kissing. Then they arranged themselves into a sixty-nine position, the camera zoomed in on the smaller man sucking his friend's dick, and I felt myself swell in my pants.
After a good time spent on that, the camera zoomed back out, and I noticed that the big guy was... was he really licking his asshole? I leaned in closer and saw, with a confusing mix of disgust and arousal, that that was exactly what he was doing. It looked like he was really getting into it, too.
The camera got closer, and I saw the way he held those firm, muscular cheeks open, the way he licked and probed at his friend's pinkish pucker with his tongue, and I realized I was fully hard. I stopped the tape.
The living room felt like it was about ten degrees too hot. I peeled my shirt off and walked to the kitchen, adjusting my erection on the way. I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator door and drank it down in about fifteen seconds. God, was I horny... Now that I was in here, away from the tv, I let myself run my palm over the bulge filling out the front of my shorts. I leaned against the kitchen counter and closed my eyes, imagined myself doing that to Genma. Could I? I wondered. I visualized myself running my tongue up his crack, pushing it into his ass, and I could almost hear him moaning. Yes. I could do it.
I reached inside my shorts, thinking that I should have watched the tape a little later, because now I was impatient as hell for Genma to get home. Hearing Genma's thick moans in my mind, imagining him getting off on me licking his ass, I pulled my shorts down and went to work, and I ended up coming into the kitchen sink with his name on my lips.
But I still had almost four hours to wait. I passed the time by showering, cleaning up the little mess I had left in the sink, doing a load of laundry, having a few beers, and trying not to get myself too worked up over what I wanted to do to him, once he walked through the front door.
When he finally got off work, I was hoping he'd head straight for the shower. I had put up the tapes already, but I hadn't put them out of my mind; I was ready, and having a hard time keeping my cock down. I had debated squeezing another one off before he got back, but decided against it because I wanted to be sure I had something left.
He walked in through the door and headed for the kitchen instead of the bathroom. I hung back for a minute, trying not to be impatient on the couch, until I realized I was hungry, too. I had eaten breakfast, but my mind had been so preoccupied I had skipped lunch.
I picked up an apple from the counter and started in on it, just now noticing the little buzz I had. Though I couldn't be sure it was just from the few beers I'd had - I had the jitters almost as badly now as I had the second night we had sex, when I wasn't sure if he'd let me, or I'd like it if he did, or if the previous night had just been a fluke. But that had turned out just fine, and I was sure this would, too, if I could actually bring myself to do it.
"What is it?" he asked between bites of reheated leftovers - and I realized that I had been staring.
"Nothing. What do you mean?" I asked, and I felt myself turning red in the face.
He grinned, but didn't say anything, just watched me for a few more bites. I ignored the urge to turn away and hide my face, which was undoubtably giving off all sorts of things that Genma could read. I didn't know why I was embarrassed, anyway.
And then I did know. Genma had been the one showing me the ropes in this; so far, while I was usually the instigator, he was the one who showed me what to do. Because he was the one with the experience, and I had no-one else, didn't want anyone else, to learn from. But now, I was going to try something new, something he'd never suggested, or showed me, or explained. And I had no idea if he even liked it.
It wasn't really that big a deal. It's not as if... licking ass, or whatever it was called, was a huge departure from anything else we did. I licked his cock, I licked his nipples, I licked him just about everywhere, I fingered and fucked his asshole. But it was because I planned it, I researched it, I showed interest in learning more about gay sex.
And there it was. It was only displaced shame, an instinctual reaction. But this was Genma, I reminded myself, it wasn't my dad, or the guys at the missions office, or my old academy teacher. Genma liked me no matter what - even if I watched gay porn when I had a few hours to myself. Hell, he'd probably like me more if he knew that.
So I relaxed and slumped back against the counter, tossed my apple-core into the trash bin, and gave him a look that made it very clear he'd be getting fucked, and soon. He smiled back, a slow grin that sent sparks of heat straight to my crotch. Then the dishes were in the sink, and he was shrugging out of his uniform vest.
"I'm taking a shower," he said, peeling off his hitai-ate. "You coming?"
"I'll be there in a minute," I said. I had learned that Genma was very open about his bodily functions, and it was best if I waited until he was actually in the shower, unless I wanted to get a very different kind of show. He nodded, winked, and walked out.
Once I heard the shower start, I gave him a few minutes to wash his hair, and then I followed. I stripped and stepped into the shower just as he was soaping up his stomach. He gave me a lazy-eyed smile and scrubbed his way lower, working up a lather in his pubic hair that sent soapy trails down his thighs, down his soft dick. His hand went lower, wrapping around his length, and I watched him grow and swell under his touch.
I reached for him and flattened my hand over his chest. I rubbed a circle over his breastbone, watching the way the soap showed his fine chest hair clearly. Genma's body hair was just slightly darker than his skin, almost unnoticeable when it was dry, but it got dark when it was wet, and it glowed golden in the sunlight that slanted through my window in the afternoon. The narrowing line that ran down the center of his torso always drew my eyes down to where it spread again in a thick, soft thatch around his cock. I ran my thumb down that line, remembering how it felt under my tongue, almost ticklish, and I wasn't surprised to realize I was incredibly hard.
"I'll wash your back," I offered, and Genma laughed, probably at what he guessed was my hurry to get the actual getting-clean part out of the way, so we could move on the the getting-dirty-again. That wasn't the whole truth, though; I knew Genma was a clean freak, showered three or four times a day, sometimes more, but if I was going to do what I was going to do, I wanted to make sure he was really clean.
He handed me the soap and turned around, started rinsing his front while I soaped up his back. Genma looked amazing, wet - his hair clung to his cheeks, his neck, and his upper shoulders, his smooth muscles looked somehow sleeker and more defined at the same time, and the light tan that covered his body looked even darker. I traced a few of the pale scars criss-crossing his back on my way down to his ass.
I put the bar of soap in its depression on the shower wall, then used both hands to spread the suds over his muscular butt cheeks. He hummed softly and braced his hands against the wall. When I dug my fingertips and and spread him open, he arched his back, and oh, god, I considered just taking him there under the spray, putting off my plans, but I had a feeling if I waited, I might not have the courage to do it later. So I compromised by allowing myself to press my dick against his soapy crack, to slide my hands over his hips, pull him hard against me, and thrust against him. Once, twice, three times, and then I pulled back again.
My right hand ghosted over his hip, my fingertips pressed in to his flank, drew a slippery line to his asshole. I traced light circles against his puckered skin. He lifted one foot and planted it on the edge of the tub, and I pressed in harder, not penetrating him, just massaging his hole. He groaned and looked over his left shoulder at me, and I leaned in to kiss him. As our tongues tangled in a slow dance, I let my left hand move forward and downward, let my thumb and fingers wrap around the base of his cock. With the water spraying down, I gave him a long, slow stroke at the same time that I finally pushed a finger inside him. He bit down lightly on my bottom lip.
"Should I turn off the water?" he asked, meaning, Are you going to fuck me? because we found out many showers ago that the hot water didn't last long enough for that.
"No. I want to go to the bedroom," I answered. He nodded, thrust into my hand, and then turned around to face me. Our cocks met, wet and hot and sliding between our slippery stomachs. I sluiced the falling water over his back, rinsing off all the suds, and kissed him as I spread his ass open to let the spray wash away any soap left in his crack.
"Mmhhh," he moaned, low and smooth, and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I squeezed harder on his bottom, pulled his body tight against mine, almost lifting him off the tub floor. Just rubbing like this was almost enough to get me off - had been enough, on several occasions - and it was getting to that point. I never would have imagined, before Genma, that it could feel so good, so unbelievably hot, to have someone else's hard cock sliding against mine.
I rubbed my fingertips over his crack one more time, and satisfied that it was as clean as it was going to get, I reached out to turn off the shower.
As I settled onto his bed over him, I reflected that it was always like this with Genma, from the earliest times. This rapid descent into undeniable, overwhelming need - need to taste him, to feel him, to hear him make those noises. I had these urges that hit me with the force of compulsion, and he seemed to understand, because he usually let me do whatever I wanted, whatever I needed to do. And right then, what I needed to do was to move my mouth down his chest, his stomach, to let that light fuzz of hair tickle my tongue, to lick the hollow of his hip.
He rarely asked me what I was doing - and I was very glad of that when I pushed his thigh up and let my mouth move lower, to suck at the tendon standing out from his inner thigh, and then lower still. If I had had to put into words what I was about to do, I might not have been able to go on.
But he didn't say a word, he let his body remain relaxed and pliable in my hands, he allowed me to push his legs back farther, to slide a pillow under his lower back. Now his bottom was propped up and spread out, he had his hands hooked around the backs of his knees, and he was watching me through desire-slitted eyes. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned down.
Suddenly I was nervous. What if I do it wrong? What if he doesn't like it, and that's why he's never asked? What if it's disgusting? I tried to push those thoughts out of my head, but they still lingered as I pressed my lips against the still slightly damp skin just above his asshole.
And then he moaned quietly, and that helped. Encouraged, I kissed lower, and I felt his warm, puckered skin against my lower lip.
"God, yeah," he whispered, and my cock, slightly deflated by my momentary insecurity, stirred and thickened between my legs. I took another breath, pushed my tongue out, and licked.
I was relieved that it just tasted like skin, like any other part of his body. I tightened my hands on the backs of his thighs, licked again. I felt the subtle flex of muscle under my hands, heard him draw in a sharp breath.
So he did like it. I wondered if he had done this before - I thought I might ask him later, but not now. Now I pushed in closer, flattened my tongue over his asshole and licked him harder.
It didn't take long for me to get drawn into this, to lose myself in the act, to give myself over to just licking, and kissing, and listening to the sounds he made, feeling him move against me. He pushed his ass up, in that wordless plea for more, for deeper, so I used my grip on his ass to spread him wider and pushed my tongue inside.
"Nnnnh!" he groaned, and he pulled his knees closer to his chest as I thrust my tongue in and out of his hole. Now there was a taste - it wasn't bad, though, it was organic and subtle, and easily ignored for the way he moaned, for the way he said my name when I pushed my tongue as deep as it would go.
I thrust my tongue inside a few more times, then pulled back, unsure if I should keep on, or move on to something else. I looked up his body to meet sex-glazed eyes, dark pink cheeks. That look on his face always slayed me, and this time was no expection; I groaned softly, felt my cock twitch.
"God, I love rimming," he said, his voice rough. I noticed a thread of precum connecting the tip of his cock to his stomach.
"Do you want me to keep going?" I asked, running my thumb over his pucker. I was reaching the point where I'd have to fuck something soon, his mouth, his ass, my hand, but he seemed to like this so much I didn't want to stop if he wasn't ready.
"Can I... " he started, then he cut his eyes away. I pressed my thumb against him harder, pushed inside to the first knuckle. That pulled his eyes back to my face. "Let me do it to you, Raidou."
I froze, heart hammering in my chest. He wasn't asking for much, and he hardly ever asked for anything, but still...
"Let me do it," he said again, unaware of the panic I felt. "It feels soooo good."
He pushed his tongue-tip out, wet his bottom lip, and I wavered. I knew he wouldn't do anything to make me uncomfortable; I was aware of how careful he was to avoid that, usually.
And... I had been curious, though it was hard to admit that even to myself, as to what he got out of it. Out of all of it. He loved the things we did, of that there was no doubt, but the asshole had always been just another body part, to me, and one that I only paid attention to in the shower, and then only enough to make sure it was decently clean. I wasn't curious enough to try touching myself, and I definitely wasn't curious enough to borrow one of his toys when he was out, but this...
This seemed a lot less intimidating than anything else would. The though of him touching me there, fingering me made me a little nervous, and the thought of him fucking me actually scared the shit out of me, but licking? I thought I might be able to handle a little of that.
"I'll stop if you don't like it, and you can fuck me or whatever. But just... try it," he said, and I decided. As soon as I was uncomfortable, I'd tell him to stop, and he'd stop. I trusted him.
"Okay," I said, and I sat back on my heels, let him sit up. "How do you want me?" And that got a look from him that I had never seen before - eyes narrow and hot, mouth tilted up at the corner, almost predatory, and I felt a thrill of arousal shot through with thin thread of fear. And then he was on his knees, his thighs pressed against mine, leaning in for a fierce kiss, and that fear settled in my stomach, warmed into nervous anticipation.
He leaned back, and answered me, and his voice was slightly shaky, but reassuring for all of that. "On your knees or on your back, whichever way is more comfortable. But I think I do it best when you're on your knees." Just Genma, just normal, showing me the ropes. I nodded and he moved off the bed, out of the way.
I grabbed the pillow and pushed it toward the top of the bed, leaned down and arranged myself on my knees and elbows. I felt strange, like this, and even stranger when I felt Genma's weight on the bed behind me. Then he was leaning over me, running a hand down my back.
"Just say if you want me to stop," he said, and then he pressed his lips against the back of my neck. A shiver ran through my body, and then another one when he scraped his teeth lightly over my shoulder, and his hair brushed ticklish over my skin. I nodded and closed my eyes.
I concentrated on the feel of his strong hands running down my back, over my hips, down my thighs. So strange, this was... Genma hovering behind me, over me, touching me all over. I could feel the heat radiating from him, warming my back. Fighting the urge to tell him to stop, I took a long, shaky breath.
I felt him shift behind me, and then one hand slipped under my parted thighs to caress my cock. He stroked me slowly, firmly, until he brought me moaning to full hardness again, and only then did he lean down to kiss the center of my back. I breathed steadily and accepted it, and after a few seconds his lips moved lower.
His tongue was hot, running down my spine into the crack of my ass. He splayed his hands over my ass, and I felt his calloused fingers dig in, his palms press up against my cheeks, lifting and spreading me open, and I immediately felt far too vulnerable.
"Genma," I said, but then his tongue flattened, warm and wet, over my asshole, sparking off nerve endings I never realized I had. There was a weak flutter in my stomach, and my protest died on my lips when he very, very gently licked.
I pressed my face into the pillow when he did it again, and again, and it was strange to feel his breath puffing out of his nostrils against the drying saliva on my tailbone, but even stranger to know that this felt really, really good to me. Now he was pressing in harder, rubbing the flat of his tongue over my puckered skin, and my cock jerked, my asshole twitched. He moaned softly and squeezed my ass, spread me open more.
He pushed the very tip of his tongue against me so that it forced my sphincter open only a fraction of an inch, and then went back to licking when he felt me stiffen. I forced myself to relax, found it didn't take that much effort, because whatever he was doing with his tongue now felt amazing. I groaned quietly and spread my legs a bit more, and I felt him exhale heavily. He dug his fingertips in and pushed with his tongue-tip again, and this time I tried to stay relaxed, just to see what he was going to do.
He was going to tongue-fuck me, that's what he was going to do. He slid maybe an inch of his tongue in, pulled back and licked a few times, then slipped it right back in. But now he didn't go back to licking; he rhythmically pushed his tongue in and out of my body, breathing heavily against my skin, and - it felt absolutely amazing. My cock was throbbing hard just from that, from the feel of his pointed tongue gliding over the very inside of my asshole. I felt my body flush all over, and I started to panic.
"Stop. I don't like it. Stop," I said into the pillow, because I really fucking loved it, but I wasn't supposed to love it - he was the one who liked things like this, not me. It was never supposed to be me.
He smoothly pulled back, panting, and released his hold on my bottom.
"You alright?" he asked quietly. I felt the bed shift behind me. I pulled myself together - there was really no reason for me to get bothered by this. I said he could do it, and he stopped when I told him to. But he was so damn turned on by it - and I was too. The best way to deal with it, I figured, was to distract us both.
I rolled over onto my back, saw him kneeling at the foot of the bed, his cock standing straight out from his lap, shiny and dark pink at the tip. Mine was the same, so full of blood it was a wonder it didn't actually hurt. His face was flushed dark, his eyes' focus sharp and hungry as they roamed over my chest, my face, my cock. His hand drifted down to his erection and gave it a squeeze, and it was almost as if he didn't realize he was doing it, like it was a surprise, because his eyelids drooped lazily as soon as he touched himself.
"I'm fine," I whispered, and his eyes flicked back up to my face.
"Good," he said, and then he was leaning down. I groaned loudly when my dick was surrounded by the warmth of his mouth, and that warm wetness was quickly joined by incredible suction.
"Ah, god, Gen," I breathed, thrusting into his mouth without ever making the conscious decision to do so. He groaned around my hard flesh and bobbed his head lower, lower, and I rolled my head back when I heard a wet sound almost like a click, felt my crown pass through the entrance to his throat. The unintentional noises he made when he deep-throated me used to concern me a little, but by now I knew that he was fine, he'd stop if he wasn't, and all they did was turn me on even more. And fuck, was I turned on right now. He slid down, down, until my whole cock was buried, until his nose pressed against my pubic hair, and then pulled back up.
"Genma, nnnhhh-- " I moaned as he sucked wetly, loudly on my glans, then started a quick, bobbing rhythm on my cock. I lifted my head to watch, and felt my stomach twist when I was confronted with the sight of Genma, face sweaty and pink, sucking my dick with his hand shoved between his legs, squeezing his own swollen flesh. I reached down, ran my thumb over his cheek, and he turned his eyes up to meet mine. The room spun.
"Oooooh, god, I want to fuck," I moaned, and he moaned back, and I almost thought I lost my chance. But he pulled his mouth away just in time, and I had to look away from the string of spit that stretched between his lower lip and the tip of my dick, for fear that just seeing that would set me off.
Genma crawled over me, hissing when his shaft slid against mine, and I pulled him down into a kiss. It was messy and breathless, all teeth and tongue and spit, the best kind, and I was thrusting blindly against the inside of his thigh. I reached for the nightstand, thinking that was where he put the lube last, but it wasn't there. I groaned, frustrated.
He broke the kiss and leaned away, stretching his body and crawling up, halfway off of me when he couldn't find it. He rummaged through the top drawer while I ran my hands over his thighs and stomach. My hips were still flexing up; I was humping the air in my impatience. He went on to the next drawer, and I couldn't keep my hands off of his cock any longer. It was barely a foot from my face, and when I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked up, he moaned, and a thick drop of precum pooled in his slit, rolled down the side of his head.
"Ahh-- just a second-- " he panted, still searching for the lube.
"Hurry," I said, and then I sat up on my elbow. I leaned closer and licked the tip of his dick.
"Dammit, Rai," he groaned, and kept looking. After a few seconds of me tasting his head with my tongue, he made a triumphant noise. Knowing I would no longer be slowing his search, I slid my lips down over his cock.
He gasped, wobbled, and then steadied himself on the headboard with one knee on the mattress beside my ribs, the other hovering above my shoulder. I grabbed his hips and took him deeper into my mouth. He let out a low, unsteady moan, braced his other hand on the headboard and began thrusting slowly into my mouth.
I relaxed my jaw and let him set the rhythm for the moment, tightening my lips around him every time he pulled back and trying to use my tongue whenever I could. At the same time, I grabbed the lube from where he had dropped it on the pillow and thumbed the cap open. The coolness was a shock to the overheated flesh of my cock when I upended the bottle.
I dropped the bottle, wrapped my hand around my dick to spread the lube around. Genma groaned over me and thrust deep into my mouth. I moaned and kept sucking, pulled my hand away from my shaft and reached between his legs to trace a line down between his rhythmically clenching buttocks.
We both made little breathless noises when I reached his hole, still slightly wet with my spit, and slid my longest finger inside. Murmuring incoherent encouragement, he let me guide his cock in and out of my mouth, using the leverage of that one finger.
I heard what sounded like a hiccup, felt him clench tight around me. I jerked my head back so that his cock popped out of my mouth.
"Ah-- Raidou-- what the fuck-- " he panted, pushing back against my finger.
"Not yet," I whispered. I slipped my finger out of his body. Not yet - I loved watching him, feeling him come when I was buried deep inside him, like I was desperate to be right then. I scooted myself a few inches closer to the top of the bed, grabbed his hips, and said, "Come here."
He dropped his other knee to the mattress. Still gripping the headboard, he pushed his ass toward my crotch, and I reached down to steady myself as our bodies strained toward each other. The tip of my cock slid against his asshole.
"Raidou... " he whispered, and he took a deep breath, pushed back so that my head pushed against his pucker. "Ohhhh, 'm so fucking close." And he looked it, too - his cock was twitching as I pushed up, pushed in, forced an inch of my cock inside him. With a throaty moan, he lowered himself at the same time as I lifted my hips, and within two breathless seconds I was totally engulfed in his heat.
"Ahh, fuck," he breathed. He twitched and shuddered around me and I moaned.
"Not gonna last long," I apologized.
"I don't care," he said, and he rolled his hips, pulling a shaky groan from my lips when he squeezed around me again. He used the muscles in his thighs and his grip on the headboard to raise himself, and then he slammed his ass back down. I spread my hands out over his hips and helped when he did it again, meeting him with an upward thrust.
"Ahhh, shit," he hissed, and rolled his hips into another bruising, exhilarating meeting of our bodies. I moaned loudly, felt the coiling heat low in my belly spread, felt my nipples tingle. So fucking hot, so fucking good...
He released one hand from the headboard and wrapped it around his cock. With a loose two-fingered grip, he began pumping himself in time to our bed-shaking rhythm. I dug my heels in and thrust harder, deeper, almost crazy with lust at the way he looked. Hair hanging around his face, clinging to his damp, sex-flushed cheeks, eyes closed, mouth open, muscles in his shoulders and torso flexing, nipples dark and stiff, cock so goddamned hard he could probably pound nails with it...
"Raidoooou--- ahhhh!" he gasped. I could see his stomach muscles tensing, tighter and tighter, could feel his thighs shaking, could see the flush spreading down his throat. I knew what he was going to say next, what he always said, but I wanted to hear it anyway. "Oh, god, I'm coming," he moaned, and slowed his hips until he was just riding my head. He groaned deep in his throat, gave himself one more stroke, and his first spurt of cum was strong, splattering up my chest to my throat.
"God, yeah," I whispered, and I pulled his hips back down, stroked deep into his tight, quaking ass as he coaxed the rest of his seed out onto my stomach with slow, almost lazy strokes, moaning all the while.
I was moaning, too, and the look of slack-jawed pleasure on his face as he came down from the high of his orgasm set something off inside of me, it tightened my fingers on his hips, it clenched my teeth. I rammed into him as hard as I could, guiding his body, and the bedsprings protested loudly.
"So fucking good, Genma," I groaned, and I slammed my head back, knocking it against the headboard when I felt my climax nearing. Vaguely, I heard him curse, felt him twitch, but then he steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders and gasped at a deep, brutal thrust.
"Ahhh!" I cried out, and then I was coming, I was coming hard, and it felt so amazing to empty myself inside him, to feel my seed pulse out into his hot, wet insides with every thrust, and to know that he liked this just as much as I did. "Mmmh," I moaned quietly, rolling my eyes back as the very end of my climax drained out of me, left me weak and shaking and clutching at his hips like they could hold me steady.
And then I was done, and we were breathing heavily in the now quiet room. I exhaled loud and long, suddenly exhausted, a husk, an empty shell as I was so often after Genma. I moaned softly at one last, involuntary spasm, and let my hands fall away from his hips. He drooped lower, and I ran my fingers lightly over his sweaty forearms down to his hands where they rested on my shoulders. He flinched, jerked his left hand away.
"What happened?" I mumbled, then hissed as he disengaged and bonelessly rolled to lay beside me.
"Ah, caught my hand between the headboard and the wall," he answered, then he grinned. "I've had worse," he said, making it not an issue. "How's your head?"
I laughed softly. I reached up and probed my skull with my fingers, quickly found a tender spot that was turning into quite an impressive goose-egg. "I'll be fine," I said.
He settled in beside me, sweaty skin pressed close, but neither of us cared enough to move. He was watching me with a trace of humor on his face. I frowned slightly, and then he flicked his eyes away to the closet.
I felt my face turn red, and I knew that if he hadn't known before, he did now.
"You watched them," he teased. "What did you think?"
"I watched one," I corrected. "And I didn't really care for it."
"Except for that one part," he grinned, and I didn't bother to argue with him. I didn't know what I'd say, anyway, and besides, I was glad he didn't seem upset that I'd gotten into his stuff. "That's my favorite part, too," he said, and he ran his hand down my stomach. In a lighter voice, he asked, "We gonna go that again?"
"Yeah," I said, sliding my fingertips up his arm, careful of his smashed finger. Again and again and again, for as long as it lasted.
"Good," he said, because it was.
END