| One Night; Yuuki goes to a party and falls head over heels for a handsome man, who seems to also have his eyes on Yuuki. | |
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| basketkitty | Mar 23 2018, 02:10 AM Post #1 |
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I don't know what I'm doing here. I came here because my friend had asked me to, and since tomorrow is my day off, I had agreed... But now I don't know why I bothered. Despite considering myself an extrovert, and despite being a rebel to most authority all my life...I never really cared for parties. The prestigious university I went to didn't hold a lot, as a majority of the students were too focused on their grades to risk nursing a hangover during morning classes, and at my high-school, I just wasn't invited to any. So I guess I agreed out of curiousity... But it didn't seem like I was missing much. Standing awkwardly off to the side, sipping my beer, I look out the window, the music beating into my head and the sweet vapor in the air causing my eyes to sting. I've only been here for a few minutes...but I already want to leave. As much as I want to see my friends again, I don't really care for these drunken strangers surrounding me. Sure, they could be good people, and they were just enjoying themselves...but I feel out of place. I wish I could say it's because I'm worried about running into my ex... But I know for a fact her brother is here, so there's no way she would be. So all I have that's keeping me to the wall is this uneasy feeling. At least, until my saving grace finally revealed himself. "Heeey! Yuuki! You made it!!" Pushing myself off from the wall, I smile as my friend appears out of the crowd, his smile infectious. Catching him, and keeping him steady as he more or less throws himself at me, I laugh a little, immediately feeling better that someone I know is here to guide me. "Hey! Sorry I'm late," I lie, patting his back as he straightens up. "No problem! We're just gettin' started!" he grins back, offering me one of the beers he was holding. I shake my head and hold up my current drink. "Oh, hey, hey! I gotta show you someone. He really wants to meet you," he says, patting my back and leading me towards a small cluster of people. Nodding to the group as they reform to accept me and my friend, I keep a smile, trying hard to avoid looking too uneasy. But thankfully I'm almost immediately distracted by the stranger standing just across from me. With his dark hair and easy smile... The way he's leaning against the wall, a hand in his pocket and a drink held loosely in his hand... He's much more comfortable in this atmosphere than I am. So much so, that just looking at him relaxes me a little more. That is, until he spots me and straightens up. "Hey, you're Ryouta's friend, right? Shunya?" Standing there for a moment, I gape at him, unable to break my gaze from his piercing eyes. Finally, after what feels like forever, I nod and accept his handshake. "Y-yeah..." He's a stranger, I tell myself. But despite having just met him, my mind can all too vividly feel his fingers pressing against my tongue and running over my bare skin. His warm, yet slightly calloused fingertips smoothing over my chest and shoulders, before gripping my hair tightly, pulling my body up against his, his delectable smirk pressed against my neck... "--aki." Snapping back to reality as I realize I'd just missed his introduction, I curse myself inwardly, but smile back. "P-pleased to meet you!" Shit... Now I'm too flustered to have him repeat his name. Now I'll never know what to whisper to myself tonight... But with that thought, I quickly chide myself again. How disgusting... But then again, it wasn't like someone like me could get a guy like him in bed... Not even with both of us drunk. "Ryou's told me a lot about you, you know. Says you're a journalist? Are you here for a story?" the man now asks, smiling behind the neck of his beer. He's back to leaning against the wall, his hand back into his pocket, leaving my hand feeling cold and clammy. "Eh? Uh...hah, no, um... I'm just here to...be..." I reply, awkwardly waving my own bottle in the direction of the party. Already Ryouta's headed off with the rest of the group, no doubt able to smell the sexual tension oozing off me. He always was an optimist, that kid... The man now laughing at this, for a moment I'm worried it's because of how awkward I am, but it doesn't seem like he's laughing at me... "Getting philosophical here, are we?" he chuckles. "What better way to experience being than this, though?" he muses, before pushing himself from the wall again. Though this time, he's standing almost too close to me. I feel his eyes roaming over me, but I keep my face away. "...You want another drink?" he soon asks, pointing to my bottle. I look down at it as well. It's still only half gone...but I nod anyway. "S-sure... Um... I'll just come with you," I add, stepping after him as he turns to go. "R-Ryou's headed off anyway, so..." And with another easy smile, he agrees. Tailing him into the kitchen, my heart going a thousand beats per minute, I take a couple more quick sips from my beer behind the man's back before he pulls out a new drink and hands it to me. Popping mine open as he does his, we clink our bottles together and savour the first sips in silence. Well...as silent as it can be with the heavy music playing so loudly... "Hey, let's go somewhere quieter, huh?" "Eh? U-um...s-sure..." Freezing up again, I stare at him for a second in confusion before agreeing. Why ask that of someone like me? Offering me a drink was just common courtesy, so I understood that... But wanting to go somewhere more private...? ...Maybe Ryouta's optimism wasn't so far off. However, as it turned out, the 'quieter' place didn't exactly mean 'private'. Following the man's lead, we head up the stairs and out onto the large balcony. Amazingly, it is pretty quiet, as the music was focused indoors and there weren't many people around. Going over to the stone railings of the balcony, I watch as he pulls out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and slips one between his lips. Then, to my surprise, he turns and offers me one. Accepting it with a small 'Thanks', I hold it between my own lips and start to search in my pockets for a lighter when I hear the click of one already. Followed by the warm glow of the flame as he offers to light mine as well. Accepting that as well, I can feel his eyes on me again, watching me closely as I take in a drag. I try hard to not inhale too deeply and choke. It's been a while since I last smoked, but it wasn't so much that I quit...I just never really got that addicted to it. One every now and then was alright, though. Especially when offered by such a tall, dark, and handsome man... "So, um... How did you meet Ryouta?" I finally ask, figuring it was my turn to contribute a little into our exchanges. The man puffs at his cigarette for a moment, before letting out a long wisp of smoke into the night air, the sight almost too picture-perfect to be real. "Met him through my director." "Oh? I...Fuyuki?" I ask, looking up at him in surprise. Though, now I understand why he is so stunning... He's a film actor. Of course he would be stunning. God...now I really don't have a chance. "Yeah. Ryou told me you were with Izo's sister, right?" he asks, letting out another small breath as he looks over to me. Swallowing, I tap my cigarette over the railing, and wet my lips. "Yeah...for a while. Um...if you're thinking about going after her, I'd advise against it," I add, figuring I'd go for a lighter version of this topic. "Izo would probably string you up by the balls and never let you act with him again." This earning a laugh from the man, I bite my lip as he takes another sip from his beer and eyes me. "Why, is that what happened to you? Is that why you broke it off?" This time it's my turn to laugh, though I hope it doesn't come off as forced as it feels. "Nah, I'm too much of a rebel. Izo would have to kill me if he wanted me to stop seeing her," I smirk. "Ehh, really? You don't come off as a rebel at all," the man muses, edging a little closer as he turns his body towards me. I smile back, resisting the urge to either run away in panic, or pounce on him to show him just how much of a rebel I could be. "Well, just watch what happens if you try to get me to not do something," I reply. He just smiles and returns to leaning against the railing. "Really? Sounds like it would be fun to test out..." "...In what way?" I murmur, my inner fire now only warming my skin again. But if the man hears me, I don't know. He simply smirks and goes back to breathing wispy smoke into the night sky. The air going back to being silent between us, eventually the door behind us opens and a few people stumble out onto the balcony. A few of them recognizing the man beside me, but paying me no mind, I watch as he's quickly swarmed. And, sadly, I realize that my time with him is up. The rest of my cigarette burning out, I snuff out the cinders and smile in his direction before slinking back indoors. It was fun, honestly...getting that sort of thrill again. Lord knows it's been a while since I last had my skin flush so much, so often. Even while dating Erika, that feeling had started fading for a while before I finally broke it off. Not because of anything she did, no. And not because my interest in her was waning... I was just... It was too much. That relationship with her was too much for me. I had been far too in love with her to handle seeing her suffer with her illnesses. Plus, add on the fact that I had been coming to terms with being gay at the same time... It was hell. For the both of us, I'm sure. The only thing I can say I'm glad about the whole break up was that Izo didn't resent me for hurting his sister. He understood what it was like to love someone so much it was dangerous for both of you. And he preferred that I break her heart by leaving her, than hurt her more by refusing to let go... Returning downstairs by myself, I finish off my beer and locate a bathroom to freshen up a little. Locking the door behind me, I stare at myself in the mirror and sigh. Compared to that man...I really am nothing special. I wonder what sort of stories Ryouta had been telling him to get him even somewhat interested in me... Chances were, he was probably just pining for a good review. Hah...well, jokes on him. I'm not even a reviewer. Washing my face in the sink for a moment, I sigh again and rinse my mouth of the cigarette smoke and beer, just out of habit. Then, after drying my face, I head back out. Not wanting another drink to keep myself busy with, I meander over to the dance floor, figuring that if anything, I could kill a few minutes with that. I'm not much of a dancer, as my body is stiff and used to just sitting at a computer desk all day, but, I close my eyes and sway to the rhythm, letting the beer in my system take the edge off my insecurities. Though it only takes a few songs before not even alcohol could keep me from feeling eyes boring into me. Trying my hardest to ignore the sensation, I focus on the music, but ultimately fail. So finally turning to look at who is watching me, I manage to lock gaze with the person. The man Ryouta had introduced me to. He holds my gaze for a moment, smiles, and slowly looks back to woman he's talking to. Staring dumbly back at him, my brain going a thousand miles an hour through molasses, I try to figure out a reason for him to be looking at me like that. But before I can think of anything other than 'God, he's so hot', a woman stumbles into me and the spell is broken. And after I help the woman stand up again, I look back to where I saw the man, only to find he'd disappeared again. For a moment, I stand there again, searching the crowd for his face but it doesn't take long for me to get bumped into a second time. Taking this as my cue to get moving, I manage my way off the dance floor, too flustered and embarrassed to continue anyway. Especially if that man could see me in such a crowd. Then again...maybe he wasn't looking at me. That woman who bumped into me was rather attractive, after all. Sighing in frustration with myself, I soon find myself in the kitchen again and figure it's about time for another drink. Someone had brought food as well, and while I sip my third beer of the night, I peek through the snacks and takeout boxes for something safe to eat. Uncovering an unopened bag of chips, I settle on it, figuring it was better than nothing. Maybe the grease will help stave off the hangover in the morning, too... However, as I lean against the counter and pop a few chips in my mouth, I spot the man once again, this time as he passes by entrance to the kitchen. And once again, his eyes lock with mine, and he smirks in amusement before vanishing. For a few minutes as I stand there, slowly eating, I wonder if I'm being toyed with. And if so, by whom? Myself? Or that man? Why was someone like him constantly meeting my gaze and then disappearing like that? Was he playing hard to get? Or was he making me doubt myself so I would run after him for answers? Was this some sleazy scheme, or was he genuinely interested? ...Or was he even interested at all? Slamming down about half of my beer in one go, I breathe out and try to clear my thoughts. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm too excited at the prospect of having another guy be interested in me. I need to be logical. I need to be reasonable. He's an actor, he must have a thousand girls fawning over him. Aside from being a journalist, I'm no one. And if he wanted a piece written about him, he wouldn't act like this, right? God, my head hurts... Stumbling out of the kitchen now, that half a bottle of beer hitting me harder than I expected, I decide to try and find some place to sit and clear my head. However, as I make my way to what feels like the livingroom, I spot the man once more. And this time, he holds my gaze for a little longer before slipping out the glass door he was right beside. A part of me tells me to not bother with him anymore. That it's a waste of time. That I'm just going to get hurt... But the beer speaks louder. And before I knew it, I'm pushing past people and following him out that glass door. Sliding it shut behind me, I'm actually surprised to find no one around. Especially as there is a full-sized swimming pool only a few meters away. Perhaps the host of this party didn't want any liabilities and so put a ban on anyone using it... The effects of my beer now starting to fade as I realize I'm probably where I shouldn't be, I start to turn to go back inside when a figure appears out of the darkness. "Wanna go for a swim?" Nearly jumping, I turn to the figure, the light spilling from the sliding glass door now revealing the person to be the man I had followed out here in the first place. Collecting myself again after a moment, I glance to the pool before looking back at him. "We shouldn't. No one's using it for a reason, right? They must have been told not to," I point out. "Oh? I thought a rule like that wouldn't stop you," he replies. And I can't tell if he sounds disappointed or is challenging me. "Where did your rebellious streak go?" I swallow. "There's a difference. I don't mind rebelling if it's not going to get me kicked out." "Does it matter if you get kicked out or not?" he asks. And before I snap back with an 'of course it matters!', he continues. "Parties like this aren't your thing, right? You aren't actually enjoying yourself here. So..come on, let's make this night something worth your time," he smiles, beckoning me to follow him over to the pool. However, I don't move from where I am. He's right, of course...I feel isolated here. Even with all the people surrounding me, I felt like I was miles away from anyone. Even knowing my friend is here, I can't reach him at all. The only person I have a chance of reaching is this man here. This man, who is now undressing himself by the poolside, his smooth skin almost glowing in the moonlight, his muscles lightly rippling with every motion. For a long moment, I stand there, entranced by his figure until he notices me and smiles over. "Are you coming or not?" Again, I tense up. "I...I-I don't have a bathing suit!" "Neither do I," he replies, starting to undo his pants. My body quickly flushes at the realization of what he's implying. And the spell is only broken by the sound of light splashing as he dives into the glittering water. My mind finally returning to my body, I feel almost too conscious about my being. About how I look, where I am, what I'm doing... I glance at the beer still held in my hand and take another sip before setting it down on a nearby patio table and hurry over to the pool as well. From the edge, I watch as the man flits through the water, his muscles taut and toned; and when he emerges, he doesn't gasp for air, almost as if he doesn't even need to breathe. Smoothing his hair back, he smirks at me. "Well?" Frozen by his beauty, I stare at him again and then almost as if being controlled by some other force, I start to lift my shirt as well. But I only raise it up to my stomach before I freeze up again, my face getting redder and redder as his eyes bore into me. "D-don't watch me...!" "Ah? Only you're allowed a show?" he asks, smirking in amusement. But he still complies and turns around, smoothing his hair back again with wet hands. Taking this moment to undress, I praise myself for the forethought of not bringing any valuables with me. The most I have in my pocket is a business card from my company in case of an emergency, along with a few breath mints. One of which I eat right away while I strip. Bundling my clothes into a small pile, I set them aside and swallow the chewed up mint, warning the man to keep his back turned as I cautiously lower myself to the edge of the pool. Holding tightly to the edge, I ease myself in and nearly scream in shock at how freezing cold it is. My muted cry now alerting the man that I was finished, he turns to face me and smiles. "See? Not so bad, is it?" "I-i-it's f-freezing!" I gasp, my teeth already chattering together as I cling to myself. But all too late I realize what sort of opening I had just given to him. My body almost immediately warming back up as he touches me, I stare at his chest, silent and nervous as he moves in closer. His hands are gentle, his callouses softened by the water, and wherever he touches me, my skin grows hot. Slowly, I will myself to relax as he pulls me towards the middle of the pool where he stops and wraps an arm completely around my waist. My whole body now feels on fire as I can feel how naked he is under the water, and for once, I thank the heavens that the water is cold...for many reasons. "Feeling any better?" he whispers, leaning in closer to speak softly into my ear. Our bodies are almost flush against each other, and a warm shiver runs up my spine as his hand trails down my back, his nails lightly raking over my bare backside. I know he can hear me swallow in response, and he pulls back, still smiling that playful smile. "...Cute." I close my eyes and fireworks fill my brain as he tips my head back with his free hand, his lips pressed against mine. I had assumed his lips would have been soft...but to my surprise they're somewhat chapped and rough. But I don't care in the slightest. His tongue is warm--no, hot--in my mouth, and soon my arms come out of the water to wrap around his neck, perhaps in hopes that we can be even closer to each other. But with how close we are now, that was sadly impossible. Feeling his hands trail down again to grab at my backside, I surprise myself with a rather lewd moan. I hadn't realized how much I missed the feeling of someone's fingers digging into my soft flesh like this... Or perhaps it's because it's coming from him. This man. This actor... Breaking from the kisses finally, I push myself away a little, breathless and discombobulated as reality floods my senses again. What am I doing? This must be a dream, right? No way could I be skinny-dipping in a stranger's pool with an Adonis-like man. No way had his lips been against mine just a moment ago. No way had his hands been grabbing at me like I was someone he'd longed for for years... That was impossible... "Is something the matter...? ...Yuuki?" Jerking myself out of my thoughts, I look at the man in front of me, who's playful smirk was now replaced with a look of concern. 'It's impossible', I repeat to myself. But...it's real, isn't it? Water drips from his hand as he brushes my hair from my face, soothing me with its now accepted coolness, but I keep my eyes averted. "Did I go too fast for you? Want to tone it back down again?" he asks, his voice soft. And I finally lift my eyes and meet his gaze. His eyes are brilliant in the moonlight, and glittering water reflects softly in them, causing them to dance and sparkle like nothing I had seen before. "S...sorry... I'm just a...a little drunk," I reply, looking away again. He softens at this, and chuckles, his usual demeanor coming back. "I noticed. Wanna keep going?" he asks, moving in again as he tucks hair behind my ear. But again, I back up. "...Why are you interested in me?" He pauses for a moment, but then smiles. "Because I think you're hot as hell." Immediately, my face lights up again. "What?" He shrugs and grins as he moves in yet again. "I think you're hot. And super cute. You have a great ass, too... And your lips are so plush and soft..." he says, running his thumb over my mouth. I swallow hard, but I don't move away anymore. "You have a lot to be interested in, Yuuki... You're incredibly sexy... Embrace it," he whispers, his lips now pressed against my neck. And like that, I'm practically putty in his arms. With the moonlight and the low pool lights as our only illumination, we feast our eyes on each others' bodies as our lips and fingers traverse what skin we can reach. I don't really see what he sees about me, but his compliments relax me enough to open up more, and I allow him to touch me where he pleases. Slowly, we sink further into the water, my body feeling weightless as he holds me up, his teeth lightly nibbling the buds on my chest as I lay back. Softly, I moan as I gaze up at what little stars I can see in the sky, and soon I close my eyes to see even more as he moves up to catch my lips with his. It really does feel like a dream...and I'm terrified of waking up. But the sharp pain of him sucking too hard on my neck reminds me that this is reality, even though the hardness between our bodies makes me go back to doubting everything again. But at this point, I'm not sure if I even care if it's a dream. As long as I don't wake up, I'm happy to dream forever like this. However, as he holds me up again, this time with his hands under my rear and my legs locked around him, our hips rolling into each other as we moan into our kisses, we hear the glass door be pulled open and the music spill out into the backyard. Breathless and dizzy, I'm only given a few seconds as the man disentangles us before he pulls me towards the far side of the pool where the lights are off. Following him as best I can, trying to follow his lead in swimming silently, we stay close in the corner, our noses just barely above the water as we watch the small group of people stumble onto the lawn. Clinging to the edge of the pool as best I can, I nervously watch the group chat, though it doesn't take long for my blood to turn cold as our discarded clothes are pointed out. Glancing over to the man beside me in panic, I don't see any change in demeanor from him. As usual, he's calm, if not stoic. One of the people in the group calls out to see if anyone was in the pool and another claims they were going to fetch the host of the party to inform them that someone is breaking the rules laid out. That's our cue. My hand being taken now, I look over as the man motions that we should get out...but from the direction of where he's nodding his head, it seems he isn't referring to turning ourselves in. But before I have a chance to respond with a resounding 'no', he's already climbing out, pulling me along as well. And as the people behind us call out another 'Who's there?', we run towards the side of the house, hand in hand and stark naked. Ducking behind the bushes behind the house, we huddle up close, the night air far worse than the freezing water. Frightened that we'll be caught, I look up at the man, who looks back at me, excitement clear in his eyes. "What are we going to do? They took our clothes," I whisper, trying to remind him that while he might be having fun, we were hiding in bushes while naked. But he just smiles and pulls me in even closer. "Do we need clothes right now?" he asks, nibbling my ear. And while I'm sure my current hard-on must be saying something very different right now, I'm not exactly interested in public, or even semi-public sex. ...Even though my actions in the pool most definitely showed otherwise. But that was different. Now, we might have people looking for us. Managing to form a frown to show my disapproval, the man sighs slightly and lets me go to pull himself up a little. Peeking through the window that was just above us, he starts to pry it open, whispering back to me that it appears to be a bedroom. "Are we just going to steal clothes?!" I ask, almost hissing up at him. He doesn't look down. "Well, we can't get ours back. Think of it as a trade," he replies, pulling the window open. And before I can protest more, he stands up and with where I'm crouching, I'm stunned into silence, my mouth already watering at the sight before me. But I quickly stop myself. No matter how tempting it is now, with the way things were going we were bound to continue our adventures in a more safe space anyway. So resisting the urge to put that delicious cock in my mouth right away, I watch the man climb in through the window. However, while I expected him to go straight for the dresser, he goes to the bedside table instead. "What are you doing?" I ask, pulling myself up as well to peek my head into the window. "Thought we could just use this bedroom. But there's no condoms or lube," he replies, with a disappointed, or perhaps annoyed sigh. "Did you drive here?" he now asks, glancing over to me. I nod, my arms wrapped around myself, my teeth starting to chatter. He notices and tosses me a shirt before continuing onto his next question. "Do you have anything in your car?" After a pause to think, I shake my head. "S-sorry. Getting laid at parties is what happens to other people," I admit. He laughs slightly and throws me a pair of boxers and shorts, both of which seemed much too small for me. Still, I pull them on as he does the same, and I can't help but let my eyes linger far too long on his crotch when I straighten back up. "These are...are really tight..." "It's okay for now, right? It's not like you'll be wearing them for long," he smirks, returning to the window with two pairs of sandals, giving me another kiss through it before climbing out again. "We're taking their shoes as well?" I ask, quickly recovering from the kiss as he hands me one of the pairs. "Hey." His voice coming out a little more commanding than I expected, I look up at him in surprise. But he soon softens again and smooths a thumb over my chin. "Relax, okay? I'll take care of everything. Just enjoy yourself. Live. Be," he says, as he leans down and kisses me deep once more. And as if that was the magical word to break my curse, I feel myself relax even more. Breaking from the kiss, I breathe in deep and nod. "...Okay." I just hope that I don't regret putting all my trust into this man... "How do you feel on driving?" he asks, as we slip out from behind the house and head towards the parked cars. I shake my head, and he nods in understanding. "Alright, I'll call a cab." "What about your things?" I ask, though almost too soon as he stops and opens up one of the cars to pull out a wallet and cellphone of his own. "Are...are you no good for driving, either?" "Not my car, I came with a friend," he explains, as we continue the rest of the way to mine. There, I do the same as him, grabbing my wallet, cellphone, and keys. Then, we call a cab. While we wait, the man looks at me again. "If you drove here, how were you planning on getting home?" "I was going to stay until I felt okay to drive. Ryouta plans on staying the night, so..." "You feel okay with leaving your car here?" he asks, wrapping an arm around my waist. I nod. I'll just let Ryouta know I left it and that in the morning I will come back to pick it up. But for now...there are other things that are more important. Climbing into the cab once it arrives, I let the man gives the cab driver directions, which turns out to be to a nearby drug store. Glancing to the man, not really sure what the plan is exactly, he smiles and brushes my still wet hair out of my face. "I'm sure you don't want a stranger at your house, right?" "What about yours?" "My roommates don't want a stranger at theirs," he laughs. "So...I was thinking...let's get what we need at a store, and then I'll take you to a nice hotel and fuck you on a feather bed, how about?" he offers, leaning in close as his hand trails between my legs. I blush deeply and shift a little, glancing towards the cabdriver who rolls his eyes in the mirror and looks back to the road. "I-Is that...really okay...?" "Better than in the bushes, right?" Well...guess he has a point there. It not taking very long at all for us to arrive at the store, I offer to go in to buy the items we need, wanting to at least have some usefulness tonight. This getting an easy agreement, I slip out of the cab and try to ignore how ridiculous I must look right now with my (thankfully now fading) erection in shorts that are at least two sizes too small for me and soaking wet hair, buying condoms and flavoured lube... But thankfully the woman seems disenchanted with her job and just goes through the motions with no judgement. At least none visible. Slipping back into the cab, I'm almost immediately pulled closer to my lover for the night, who looks at me with hungry eyes before looking over my purchase. "...Orange-flavoured?" "I really like oranges," I explain, blushing slightly. "F-figured I'd be the one tasting it the most..." "Really...? You don't like being eaten out?" he asks, looking mildly surprised at me. It takes me a moment, but soon my face is beet red as I understand what he's getting at. "Y-y-you'd do that?" He just smiles and leans in close. "What can I say...? I love a nice ass," he whispers, his lips now attaching themselves to my neck for the remainder of the drive. Arriving to the hotel after a few minutes, I'm definitely in a terrible state to be seen in public, and I use the plastic bag from the convenience store to hide myself better as I follow the man to the receptionist's desk. Thankfully, he had made reservations while I had been in the store, and it doesn't take long at all for us to get our key and be sent on our way to our room. And as soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, the man is on me, fingers working almost feverishly to get me out of the awful outfit I'm wearing. Breaking from the kiss to suggest a shower to wash the pool water off us, he agrees easily and leads me into the bathroom where he continues to strip me down, and I, him. Finally able to see his body in proper lighting, I feel a little light-headed with just how strongly I'm attracted to him. How could a man like this see anything in me, I begin to wonder...but I quickly just count my blessings as the warm water washes over us. Now that we were here...I needed to stop doubting everything and second-guessing myself. There was no turning back now, after all. So all that was left was to engulf myself in the moment and enjoy every second of it. Our shower wrapping up rather quickly, we bundle ourselves in the robes provided before heading straight for the bed, grabbing the bag of lube and condoms on the way. Being pushed onto the bed, I lay there and gaze up at the man, who smiles down at me, his hands on either side of my head. "You're so cute... What do you like best? Fucking or being fucked?" he asked, rolling his hips into mine. I shiver. "B...being fucked," I reply, moaning softly as he grins wider. With the way he looks at me...it really does feel like he wants to eat me... And in an odd way, I'm not the least bit wrong. However, as he tells me to roll over, I bite my lip. "I want to suck your cock first." For a moment, he pauses, perhaps taken aback by how suddenly forward that request is, but it doesn't take him long to comply. And in a few minutes, our robes are barely on us anymore, his voice ringing through the room as his fingers cling tightly to the back of my head. The orange taste in my mouth mingles with the saltiness of his precum and I can't help but roll my hips into the bed, yearning for a bit of relief of my own. As he finishes, I pull back, letting the mess hit me in the chest before sitting back properly and allowing him the opportunity to eat me up with his eyes again as he rides out the last of his orgasm. Almost languidly, I scoop a bit of the cum off my chest, and let it drip on my tongue, my legs spread to show how turned on I am as well. He reacts positively and pulls off the rest of his robe before nearly pouncing on me, yanking the bathrobe off me as well before turning me onto my stomach. "God...you're so incredible... I'd say you should show that off at parties more, so you can get laid more often...but I don't think I want to share," he chuckles, as he smooths cold lube between my cheeks. But in doing so, I'm unable to reply or comprehend his compliment, and I'm just left to moan and sink more into the bed, holding onto the sheets tightly in preparation for what was to come. His fingers and lips pulling my voice from me almost immediately, I shiver and moan, shifting every now and then as his ministrations hit all the right buttons. His tongue soon coming into play, my back arches in pleasure, and he allows me to rock my hips against his face, his hands holding me tightly. However, as good as it feels, and as magical as it is to even happen, I don't finish from just that. Instead, I finish from being laid on my back again with his fingers replacing his tongue, which was now being slipped into my mouth despite where it had just been. But even though we'd bought condoms to be safe, I don't care about safety for the time being, and I simply dig my nails into him, moaning loudly into his mouth as he pulls me over the edge. Breathing heavily as I come down from the intense high, we gaze at each other for a long moment, sharing much softer kisses as we both take a moment to relax. "You want to keep going...?" he asks, wiping his hands on the now dirtied bedsheet before brushing my drying hair back again. "Of course... I want to go...until the sun comes up..." I murmur, smoothing my hands up his arms and over his shoulders. "Watch out...say stuff like that and I might make you keep your word," he chuckles, biting and lightly pulling on my lip. "Th-then...as much as we can..." I settle on, before leaning up and kissing him. And sure enough, he hadn't been kidding when he warned me against opting go all night. His stamina was absolutely amazing, and his hips movements were so spot on that it didn't take me long at all to start crying out that I was ready to cum again and again. It was honestly embarrassing in my eyes, but he seemed to love every second of it, doing everything he could to get me into that state over and over again. Laying back in the scattered pillows, my body flushed and sweat-covered, I gaze up at him as we both come down from our last high, somehow having managed to sync our orgasms. "Careful to not get cum in my hair," he whispers as I reach up to brush some hair from his face. "...Do you wanna go some more...?" he asks, laying down over me to kiss my jaw. Turning my face away, I glance over at the clock, biting my lip. "I think...I'm good... Thank you, though...this was amazing..." I say, looking back to him. He smiles and kisses me gently. "It still is..." he replies, leaning our foreheads together. "I think you were the best I've had in a...very long time..." I blush, this time not from arousal, however. "Th-thank you... You're the best I've...ever...really had..." At this, he smiles even more, eyes sparkling again. "I'm glad~" he says, pressing his lips to mine yet again. But before the kisses can deepen very far, he pulls away and sits up. "Alright, if we keep this up I'll have to go again. So let's clean up. I'll wash your hair," he offers with a smile, holding out a hand to help me to a stand. Wobbly-kneed, I agree. Later on that night, after we'd showered again and changed the bedsheets, we lay in bed together, my head tucked under his chin, his breathing already deep and measured. For a man who's stamina was so high and who could claim to go all night...he certainly fell asleep quickly... But my brain is still turning too fast for me to follow suit, struggling to make sense of the entire evening. But there is one, very prominent thing that I can't get over at all... Pulling away from the man's arms, I reach over to the bedside table and grab my cellphone. Holding it up to make it look like I was just checking something, I snap a quick picture of the sleeping man and pull up Ryouta's phone number. 'Hey, Ryou? What is this guy's name?' |
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