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gah. I'm pissed at everything ever. Hair-trigger temper. fuck.
I want to write a lemon, only I'm either not in the mood or people are around. Like right now.
...screw it.
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He still has his jacket and shirt on, though they're unzipped and unbuttoned, respectively. His pants aren't on him, the bed, or the floor, as far as you can see; you can't remember which direction you threw them.
His legs look milk-white on top of his own black blankets. Your fingers ghost over his thighs and he shudders.
"...Minato-sama?" Bebe whispers, blue eyes boring into your grey. "I don't know...how to do zis, exactly," he blushes.
Your hands continue up his legs. "Well," you say, "what part are you worried about?"
"I haven't done anyzing like zis before!" he bursts out, distressed. "I know I am ze uke, but I fear it will hurt--"
"It won't," you break in, taking your hands from his legs and gently ruffling his hair. "But I have no problem being uke" (you chuckle a little at the term) "tonight. Or any night, if you prefer." (not that there'll be another--no, don't think--)
Bebe stares at you for several seconds, frozen.
You're completely stripped down by now, so you simply demonstrate your sincerity by laying back and spreading your legs.
After a few moments more, he clambers on top of you. His hardness is pressing against your skin, but he keeps staring at your face.
"I-I..." he tries to get back off, but slips and slams into your chest. His face is only a few inches from your own.
"I won't force you into this," you say quietly.
His eyes open wide. "N-no! Minato-sama, I want--I love you!" he gets out. "I love you and I want you but it feels so wrong, staring at your face like zat." his voice lowers in embarrassment.
You think for a moment. "...would you like me to turn over?"
"I..." he looks out the foggy window for a moment. "Yes. Yes, zat would work," he whispers.
After he drops to the floor, you obediently turn over, burying your face into the pillows.
For several long moments, you wait.
The bed creaks.
He straddles you carefully, puts his hands on your shoulders, leans down and licks your neck. You shiver.
And then, Bebe slips into you.
You arch up, and you think maybe he wasn't expecting that, as he lets out a yelp. He starts to thrust with less hesitation than you expected.
His moans are beautiful music. The sides of the jacket tickle your side. You can't help smiling against the dark fabric.
You thrust back upwards, feel your skin slide roughly along his shaft. "M-M-Minato-sama..." he whimpers.
"You feel so good," you both say in unison, his a happy cry, yours a content sigh.
Bebe's hands go from your shoulders to your chest, and his head takes the left one's place for a few moments.
"Minato...I shouldn't 'ave--" his breath hitches as you tighten yourself around him.
"Shouldn't have what?" you ask, voice mostly steady.
"Shouldn't 'ave...t-told you to turn around," he keened softly.
You tell him to lean back, and he does. You corkscrew around carefully, Bebe still inside, and wrap your legs around his torso tightly.
He looks simply amazing.
His face is glistening with sweat, and tears of joy. His blue eyes sparkle more than you remember ever noticing, and he's smiling so wide that you can't help but do the same.
"Bebe," you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek.
With a final thrust, he spills into you and collapses on his side.
For several minutes, all you can hear is Bebe's rasping breaths.
"...You're still hard," he says meekly.
You nod. "You were still amazing, though." You're smiling a lot today...
Bebe sits up with a comically determined look. "I will make you feel better, Minato-sama!" he proclaims.
You sit up. He shifts downward, head resting between your legs. He gives it a tight squeeze before his tongue touches the base of your shaft, where it slowly drifts up.
You breathe heavily, tangling your fingers through his bright hair. "F-faster..." you plead.
He nods and takes it in, sucking hard. You twitch and push in deeper.
Bebe makes a muffled sound that is intoned like a question, and he begins gently massaging your balls with his thumbs.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
You finally explode, coating the inside of his mouth. He swallows some, but a trail still spills down his chin. "A-ah!"
"Sorry," you pant.
"It was no problem," Bebe replies with shining eyes.
"Thank you." You pull him into an embrace.
His plane will leave the day after tomorrow, you think sadly. I'll miss you, you don't say.
"I love you," you do.
I want to write a lemon, only I'm either not in the mood or people are around. Like right now.
...screw it.
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He still has his jacket and shirt on, though they're unzipped and unbuttoned, respectively. His pants aren't on him, the bed, or the floor, as far as you can see; you can't remember which direction you threw them.
His legs look milk-white on top of his own black blankets. Your fingers ghost over his thighs and he shudders.
"...Minato-sama?" Bebe whispers, blue eyes boring into your grey. "I don't know...how to do zis, exactly," he blushes.
Your hands continue up his legs. "Well," you say, "what part are you worried about?"
"I haven't done anyzing like zis before!" he bursts out, distressed. "I know I am ze uke, but I fear it will hurt--"
"It won't," you break in, taking your hands from his legs and gently ruffling his hair. "But I have no problem being uke" (you chuckle a little at the term) "tonight. Or any night, if you prefer." (not that there'll be another--no, don't think--)
Bebe stares at you for several seconds, frozen.
You're completely stripped down by now, so you simply demonstrate your sincerity by laying back and spreading your legs.
After a few moments more, he clambers on top of you. His hardness is pressing against your skin, but he keeps staring at your face.
"I-I..." he tries to get back off, but slips and slams into your chest. His face is only a few inches from your own.
"I won't force you into this," you say quietly.
His eyes open wide. "N-no! Minato-sama, I want--I love you!" he gets out. "I love you and I want you but it feels so wrong, staring at your face like zat." his voice lowers in embarrassment.
You think for a moment. "...would you like me to turn over?"
"I..." he looks out the foggy window for a moment. "Yes. Yes, zat would work," he whispers.
After he drops to the floor, you obediently turn over, burying your face into the pillows.
For several long moments, you wait.
The bed creaks.
He straddles you carefully, puts his hands on your shoulders, leans down and licks your neck. You shiver.
And then, Bebe slips into you.
You arch up, and you think maybe he wasn't expecting that, as he lets out a yelp. He starts to thrust with less hesitation than you expected.
His moans are beautiful music. The sides of the jacket tickle your side. You can't help smiling against the dark fabric.
You thrust back upwards, feel your skin slide roughly along his shaft. "M-M-Minato-sama..." he whimpers.
"You feel so good," you both say in unison, his a happy cry, yours a content sigh.
Bebe's hands go from your shoulders to your chest, and his head takes the left one's place for a few moments.
"Minato...I shouldn't 'ave--" his breath hitches as you tighten yourself around him.
"Shouldn't have what?" you ask, voice mostly steady.
"Shouldn't 'ave...t-told you to turn around," he keened softly.
You tell him to lean back, and he does. You corkscrew around carefully, Bebe still inside, and wrap your legs around his torso tightly.
He looks simply amazing.
His face is glistening with sweat, and tears of joy. His blue eyes sparkle more than you remember ever noticing, and he's smiling so wide that you can't help but do the same.
"Bebe," you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek.
With a final thrust, he spills into you and collapses on his side.
For several minutes, all you can hear is Bebe's rasping breaths.
"...You're still hard," he says meekly.
You nod. "You were still amazing, though." You're smiling a lot today...
Bebe sits up with a comically determined look. "I will make you feel better, Minato-sama!" he proclaims.
You sit up. He shifts downward, head resting between your legs. He gives it a tight squeeze before his tongue touches the base of your shaft, where it slowly drifts up.
You breathe heavily, tangling your fingers through his bright hair. "F-faster..." you plead.
He nods and takes it in, sucking hard. You twitch and push in deeper.
Bebe makes a muffled sound that is intoned like a question, and he begins gently massaging your balls with his thumbs.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
You finally explode, coating the inside of his mouth. He swallows some, but a trail still spills down his chin. "A-ah!"
"Sorry," you pant.
"It was no problem," Bebe replies with shining eyes.
"Thank you." You pull him into an embrace.
His plane will leave the day after tomorrow, you think sadly. I'll miss you, you don't say.
"I love you," you do.